Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Memories

A girl I met from a bar
just came from a war.
I saw her from a far
going to her car.

From her, I did not hear any cry

nor any sound louder than a fly.
I want to ask her the question why,
I don't know why but I want to try.

Is love making me care
like doves flying in the air?
Or just an example of infatuation,
giving many people a sense of frustration.

She wants me to wait,
I just hope its not too late.
Months multiplied by eight
Is like asking for faith.

I am already running out of lines,

And not knowing if it will be fine.

I just want to whisper my love,
The way I express it above...


by: E-R-A








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