Life is a choice; to breathe or not to breathe,
What has the sun to do with it?
The source to use is lying right there,
What has the “right” time to do with it?
You live a call to a block away,
I call, asking you to be there.
Will you be able to save me, while I think of my worth?
I’ll kid about it and you’ll never know me.
Hand reaches towards it,
No spare time to regret.
Once action taken, deed is done
I’ve already erred to even think to go back.
Waiting for the time to pass, I call you up
Talking random; I tell you how much I love.
Those will be my last words before I go,
And that will be all of my silent goodbye.
3 comments:
These lines are very touchy and beautifully scripted. I can kinda understand the emotions that have been flowing while writing them. You express really well using your poems.
That's bit too much calling it "beautifully scripted". Thank you anyways :)
I don't know how to write and all, I just write whatever I exactly feel.
I can show u beautiful poems, not mine. :)
Rather I got lashings for this poem.. You are the first one to give me a compliment!! Thanks :D
Hey, I like this one too. There is something childlike in the tone of the poem.
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