I’m thinking about you again
Another crazy thought, I shake with fear
My memories will always crucify me
Our moments will never disappear
Nobody saw when I was in pain
Your skin – smell of roses went away
On this paper only smell of burning
Ugly! Sad! I see that everything is gray
Real poetry turned into lie – thought turning
My memories will always insist, persist
I’ve been lost inside your heart – I know
New moments will never happen – we know
Dreamers, no more! We have to resist it.
Majal-San (post.)
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