I'M Here On Headland Poem by Behrad Bakhshian

I'm watching my sunsets that are rising.
They're so pitiful, aren't they?
I'm here on headland.

What is the joy of watching your own destruction?
It's so funny, isn't it?
I'm here on headland.

When you're passing me by, I forget all the unenjoyments of the world.
It's very good, isn't it?
I'm here on headland.

Our dreams should've been built in the desert.
But they're all wet, aren't they?
I'm here on headland.

I wasted my tears over the spilt milk.
I was so stupid, wasn't I?
I'm here on headland.

How can you kiss me, when your lips are full of slits?
I did them all, didn't I?
I'm here on headland.

I'm here on headland, thinking about past mistakes.One step forward is death and one more back is you.Which one do you prefer?
You, don't you?
I'm here on headland.