Miss You Poem by Miklos Balogh

The apple cries when you peel its skin
You do not care. You cannot see the tears
You smile as your knife cuts trough its tender meat.

You cannot hear the crying of my thought
You do not see the tears dripping from my soul
While you tear me apart with your selfish love
My soul cries wild - no one see it die

You asked me if I feel better now
I felt like a dying swan - lost in paradise
Steering her eyes towards murky skies
Singing her last song of phony fairylies
To the darkness, as it awaits her with a smile