Counting the days to past
Until I forgotten, at last
The pain which is still fresh
Hurting me ravagely, flesh to flesh
It’s 19th of August
To overcome, it’s all I cost
Living behind my lost
Truth of third party kills me almost
I do visitation
And your lovely recitation
That you’d love me wholly
But you left me in the streets lonely
I still keep the letters
And your promises, it matters
Still, I read it, madly
Coz it reminds me of you sadly
Counting the minutes to pass
Coz I wanted to sleep, to last
And to dream, you and me
In our sweet and bliss moment, we’ll be
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-and-minutes/
