Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2019
If you think of me,
you shall find me.
But when your eyes rain,
know that it brings me pain.
For your tears may curse the land and leave it barren.

As you think of me, so am I.
Think me gone, gone I shall be.
So think not of me gone;
know that I live.
I only left the body.
I left once to live forever.
For I am not the body, but the soul.

There is a thin line between both lanes.
I shall await you where the line ends.

Jibril, Abdulmalik Β©2019
Jibril Abdulmalik
Written by
Jibril Abdulmalik  21/M/Nigeria
Please log in to view and add comments on poems