My Name Is Death (born on: 7 march 1988 - died on: soon)
Sublime And Unforgettable November
Every shade of green, painted on your eyes,
every different shape, of your beloved smile
left a lot of marks
in the poems I wrote.
But do not think, that I have turned my heart, against you.
My love, I do not wish to spill your tears, on my verses.
They are not worth
that much attention.
And though here, on my lips, your name is still love
the company of the rain, eroded much of the feelings,
the kisses, and the hugs,
I got from you, then.
So, I do not try to sink the ship, that's sailing you to him.
To turn your heart around, back in the palm of my hand,
to be again the king, of your castle of yellow leaves
is not my goal
And now, to make the poem short, so I could go to sleep,
I find you different, from the most of the world, that surrounds my heart
I find you sublime,
my dear November.
My Name Is Death's Other Poems
- *Another Way To Make Love
- *Departing November
- ...Ella's Labyrinth
- 11'th November
- A Clown's Christmas
- A Different Fairytale
- A hard hard night
- A Heart Is Free
- A Martyr Of Fantasies
- A mea zapada
- A Message To My Juliet
- A Mountain In Your Room
- A Mountain In Your Room 2.0
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