Perhaps,
...but a few lines of poorly written verse
Won't speak to your heart.
Am thinking of a bad joke not to crack,
...
I almost speak up,
But your beauty shuts me up.
I guess I need your help
To overcome this coward I have become.
...
Why should you come like a thief at night?
Wrapped in a mist,
So dark a cloud!
Seek you not to suck my blood?
...
I descend into an abyss of melancholy,
Tormented by a myriad of thoughts.
I watch my soul vanish,
My existence turns into nothingness.
...
We should sit and talk
One more time,
Perhaps the final time.
Walk with me through my last days,
...
Bernard Gabriel Okurut, is a Ugandan Afrocentric poet and author.)
For Without You, I Don't Know Who I Am.
Perhaps,
...but a few lines of poorly written verse
Won't speak to your heart.
Am thinking of a bad joke not to crack,
Lest I upset you and break my heart.
Heavy sighs
And silence paint pictures of you
At the back of my mind...
Save me from myself,
For without you, I don't know who I am.
A brush to a painter, a pen to a poet. We are creators of beautiful things.
A few words or no words at all, not everyone deserves to hear from you.
i like your poetry bro