FROM A DEAD ONE

Pain of seven second surgery. I daresay How pliant it is for you to tell our coffee is finished, our story is finished

With you, my life was also a stage, A stage of a trifling play

When in our love I also threw.

My brightest years away

Till we met along our way This constant thing named 'change Just in time fragility is on its wake We let our feelings veiled

Pettish arguments started to make its way Till in my eyes, no longer light you see Then you had set yourself free,

From my tales antique and deeds so sick

You tore the shrouds threads free From what you think was my passion's slavery You said it rusted thee Then you wanted yourself free

You and I let our coffee cooled You and I let our room cooled We let our coffee cooled, We let our room cooled

For once you are also a peak to me.

And perhaps, it's a plain thing to see That until now the prisoner is me, Jailed by precious memories of thee

Grave it is for me to bear That you see nothing in my eyes or in me Misery it is for me to hear How you address everything as a stupidity