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Until When?
I always see different faces of people
Upon the moon, wondering if those
Faces were in my real world or not.
It seems that some were already left the world.
If I face myself in front of the mirror
All I see is wrinkled all over my face.
There might be invisible tears so far
But most likely there is a pain inside me.
Until when I will be siting in the train sit
On my own without a woman that can take
Me away from that the train of life that is being
Running none stop only because my life hasn't change.
Lovers thought me that love is blind, I'm ready
To face it only without a lie feelings, but surly
Ready to be blind under a real love that will
Take me away from my life that seems have no cost.
Will I be upon the moon by myself, since every
Christmas I ask Santa Clause to have a woman
With whom I will have great time to get all of my
Proses and words free and arrange them only for
The right one so I could ask her to be my lovely wife
In which I can see my tear visible of my happiness to
Meet my first kid crying and screaming just to make me
Patient to hear him saying his first word "papa ... mama"
3/1/2014
Lovely indeed...........
and ah from the few poems of yours I was able to read just now I see you share the angst of many poets rolled up in one tortured mind. Proof that it can be heaven and hell being a poet while in the grip of all those endless questions of who am I and the world according to me. I enjoyed your work and will read more when I get the chance welcome to our little big community. Enjoy the neighborhood............ Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.