*I stood and read the letters
with a pinch of disappointment
of no candles or flowers to buy
I looked up the sky and believed
that beyond the thick
combust are billion of stars
scintillating for the dying hearts
and the roses
that was left languished
on the floor
a remnants of photos
remained
with notes and mournful regrets
flooded the walls
the world just keeps going
which is supposed to
No one heard me cry
for the souls had left the atrocious lane behind
I touched the petals
that used to bloom
and throes my heart
that life has to presume*
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
*I stood and read the letters
with a pinch of disappointment
of no candles or flowers to buy
I looked up the sky and believed
that beyond the thick
combust are billion of stars
scintillating for the dying hearts
and the roses
that was left languished
on the floor
a remnants of photos
remained
with notes and mournful regrets
flooded the walls
the world just keeps going
which is supposed to
No one heard me cry
for the souls had left the atrocious lane behind
I touched the petals
that used to bloom
and throes my heart
that life has to presume*
April 23, 2018. Toronto Van Attack.
