Comments about Shineson Godless
My Special Day
I thought of writing a poem
or maybe about you
in this birthday of yours
Words are stuck within my fingers,
refusing to flow through my pen,
then they dissolved in my bloodstream.
Every poem on love had been already written;
by somebody for
This is not going to be special- No
This is not a poem at all.
These are just ramblings of a recluse
trying to hold a hand outside his shell.
Your voice, your face are long gone,
but YOU remain in my memories,
as vividly as the memories of yesterday.
I am ...