I was sitting on your shoulder
When it turned into a flower
And I fell.
Reminded me of the time
I laid under the cloud
That dropped red and you drowned.
I’m not asking but telling
And you don’t have to stick around
For this story.
But I’ll lie if our veins
Will stop to rest
And tell the sir he’s gone missing.
All the green’s turned to grey
And the yellow
Is all that much brighter.
Perhaps if your hip will touch mine
I won’t have to leave
For the hour
But it’s dropped into pieces
And suddenly
Yours for the taking.
So I’ll walk down the road
And hope I was wrong
All the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, a very quaint way to tell someone your there even if they don't notice. I hope I'm not on the wrong track with this poem, sometime people get different messages from poems than what the person was actually writing about if this is the case then, good job anyway, you made me think about it and that makes for a nice poem.