Finally the final words are out….
You’ll never understand what it is all about…
The leaf patience of mine had burnout…
For every little untruth you had been hideout….
I guess you never really know me….
I paid attention even to the smallest bee…
If they ever try to sting you….
For once, my world only evolves around you…
If you think I am blind….
Then I wouldn’t see the thorn between the lines….
I guess I caught you every single time…
That you lied, to make me find another crime….
I am not going to fall apart anymore….
This game is season out of the time….
I still can leave you behind at anytime….
Though without you, it’ll be so lonesome….
I don’t want to cultivate anger…
Don’t you know anger is one letter short to danger? ...
I’d rather keep the burning flame inside…
And smiling, to give you a happy ending on the outside….
But you are no longer part of my existence…
For I could no longer live with such pretence…
Don’t give me anymore of your sweet defense….
It is nothing but a diplomatic sentence…
Now I am sending out the final word…
Full of patience to get rid of all misunderstood…
Someday, somewhere you’ll understand about it….
Though I will not be a part of it...
Copyright© Eva Clara Harahap March’2010
Eva Clara Harahap
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem