Are You Sitting On My Grave? - Poem by saad mustafa
Are you sitting on my grave?
finding noting or playing tricks again?
or discovering my desperate youth!
the month of january,
but dear diary,
nothing is here now......
no girl playing piano,
and lovely notes...............
no girl discovering colors,
so what's your aim my dreary? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
on my graveyard?
love gone in the childish times of my past fancies.........................
we are both slaves,
in our love of lost hope........
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