You
whose body's suspended
on the ground
with helpless cries
yet I hear no sound
You
who puts on a veil
to cover the fear
of leaving someone dear
in a temporary world
You
whose goodbye may not matter
to a the whole world
but will matter
to a simple girl
You
whom I speak of
It'd hurt me
to say goodbye
on the day your time arrives
so here I write a poem
of my Advance Goodbye
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
You
whose body's suspended
on the ground
with helpless cries
yet I hear no sound
You
who puts on a veil
to cover the fear
of leaving someone dear
in a temporary world
You
whose goodbye may not matter
to a the whole world
but will matter
to a simple girl
You
whom I speak of
It'd hurt me
to say goodbye
on the day your time arrives
so here I write a poem
of my Advance Goodbye
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