Have you had a chance
To stop. And smell the roses
Cause if you haven't you should
The very next chance you get.
For we have all the time
In the world
But unfortunately
There isn't enough time
In the day --
It was then
That I realized that
No matter what I say
The world will twist
And turn
Everyday
Just to torture me
In some way.
So I chose to be
Not blinded by my own ambition
But lead
By my poetic intuition.
And I stood there,
Breathing your poetry
Feeling your words,
Hoping
You would keep me alive
This one last time --
My face towards the cloudless
Blue sky
With just one dry tear
In my eye.
Disappointment seeped
From my pores
And my eyes closed
Choked by your forgotten scent.