My lips missed
To call your beautiful name
How time passed
But things aren't the same

In this innocent and small heart
You draw a line
It is becoming dark
As nothing is fine
Wish those days turned back.

It was almost a deal done
A good family of our own
Being together in our zone
Here I am all alone
Growing more melancholy
I am writing this tragic poem
In my phone
Hard to believe your gone.

I am still your Adonis
loved me as Aphodile and Persephone
Forever in my life I do promise
I will never be asinine.