The last letter of the poet...lady of my heart

[spy4me]

O lady of my heart, where you used to dwell

Should I keep suffering or should I tell

Things that gone and things that still trigger

Red fires, in me, how do I get weaker

Still wondering, even I know what love did

To poets, that darkness, through bad times indeed

Just why life could never do so

For me, to reveal secrets and to make me know

That nothing lasts forever, no people stay together

That thoughts of sunny days, so bad

That thoughts of dark nights, so sad

Tears on the cheeks , a very long stream

That life is never as good as it may seem

So hard to forget, so hard to let go

Someone who gave you so much to remember, so much to know

O lady, if you set me free you are wise

But freedom in prison, is death in disguise

What wisdom is that, when one word you say

Ending all that in a wink, and sending it away

What made your heart like rocks, so hard

Goodbye, goodbye, that word, is so hard

My poor heart, what pain you may bear

For life’s not just, for life’s unfair



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"a poet doesn't need always a motive to write while moments of joy, depression, or maybe just imagination might inspire his soul so that he sets his pen free and unleaches the words in everywhere to reach hungry hearts that seek for a she.lter and look for a cradle of hope even thru simple words" spy4me