You're a poem,
And one day, I will write you too;
I'll bleed you out
On the blank pages of my past,
I'll read them aloud
Till forever they last.
But you're a poem,
And you'll not last long,
And one day, I'll end you too;
You'll move on
To another poet;
I'll remember you
Like the abandoned lines
Of a forgotten verse.
And may be then we shall meet,
On the other side of those pages,
On the other side of the blue ink,
On the other side of someday.
And one day, I will write you too;
I'll bleed you out
On the blank pages of my past,
I'll read them aloud
Till forever they last.
But you're a poem,
And you'll not last long,
And one day, I'll end you too;
You'll move on
To another poet;
I'll remember you
Like the abandoned lines
Of a forgotten verse.
And may be then we shall meet,
On the other side of those pages,
On the other side of the blue ink,
On the other side of someday.
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