The last melody that I made for you is now on the floor.
After blaming me 30 times, & playing the same song 13 times
The loneliness is turning into a large rope that is struggeling my faith.
I still remember you while you could still look me with your tired eyes.
Where is the optimism left? Where are you left?
You have gone somewhere you are not coming back.
I woke up but you didn’t.
I am breathing but you are not here anymore.
Couldn’t look you for the last time, couldn’t tell you how special you are.
Even if I want to reach your hand the stars are far away from me.
The last memory of you is on a video.
The last words are in my mind.
That day is a scar that can’t heal.
But time can’t rewind…the pain can heal but the memories remain.
My fingers are playing the piano, invisible to the world.
The song with your death “May 24” is a silent tune.
Nobody will understand this melody…the one that is filled with memories of laughters…after death knocked on your door.
2007-03-27
11:19:35
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