My Incurable Bloweapon Poem by WEIKAMA EMMA

God gave us three years of happy moments.
Now we must part.
And as the world calls for you,
Confused reactions fill my heart
I float in tears, though glad you made it.

Dearest Emilia!
My life takes a break on thought of the long journey,
That you are about to start.



I feel emptiness ahead of me
I fail to see myself any where
But like I said earlier in a cell phone message
I am glad to have met you.
Whatever is calling for you,
Just keep going.
But know am left alone,
And that I have no doubt we will meet again.



Smiles and laughter memories I will keep.
And the moments we disagreed.
And when again we meet,
It will be as if we never parted.

We all know you’re going away.
But me, I know you will forever stay.
Basing on that,
“Goodbye my friend” I will not say
Instead,
“You keep out of trouble, my friend.” I will say.

26th-06-10