pi, pi ,pi ,pi...
that's the sound
my ears could hear.
It wasn't deafening
for I couldn't bear
the emerging pain
that would fill my heart.
one three it's thirteen,
into the second month
of a hundred of days.
oh my! don't leave so soon
our anniversary tomorrow
to be marked by an event
of the probability of your existence.
Flowers to your bed,
I bring you a card
that you should read.
though you're unresponsive
I thought to read it out loud
Will you be my valentine?
and then you sneezed.
Rejibudu
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
pi, pi ,pi ,pi...
that's the sound
my ears could hear.
It wasn't deafening
for I couldn't bear
the emerging pain
that would fill my heart.
one three it's thirteen,
into the second month
of a hundred of days.
oh my! don't leave so soon
our anniversary tomorrow
to be marked by an event
of the probability of your existence.
Flowers to your bed,
I bring you a card
that you should read.
though you're unresponsive
I thought to read it out loud
Will you be my valentine?
and then you sneezed.
Rejibudu
A poem of reviving love.
I hope y'll like it
