Treasure Island

alireza asgari

(tehran)

Oh My Miserable Love!


you told me not to fear
I did
you told me to hang the hands of the mid-dying girl
I did
you told me to put the flowers of death aside
I did
you!
you the young dear guy!
what about the corpse
yours
lied down the street
in shamed blood
beneath the darkness of our sky
what about you should I do?
Oh my miserable love!
I'm smashed
by the march of soldiers
I'm death
cause you abandoned the kisses always sent to me
My dear death beauty!
what about our left glances
face to face
lips on lips
and feeling we're live
we breath
we're humans!
...
what about you
my death beautiful love...

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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