Counting the days to past
Until I forgotten, at last
The pain which is still fresh
Hurting me ravagely, flesh to flesh
It’s 19th of August
To overcome, it’s all I cost
Living behind my lost
Truth of third party kills me almost
I do visitation
And your lovely recitation
That you’d love me wholly
But you left me in the streets lonely
I still keep the letters
And your promises, it matters
Still, I read it, madly
Coz it reminds me of you sadly
Counting the minutes to pass
Coz I wanted to sleep, to last
And to dream, you and me
In our sweet and bliss moment, we’ll be
what is a promise...but a misconception of the one at the other end...reminders are sometimes painful...but be glad...not sad...understanding is a wise tool...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is intriguing. I don't know the exact meaning of the poem, but I can definitely sense the emotions in it. well written, if you write with the same goals I do.8/10