• philosophic_firefly 6w

    good days are gone

    good days are gone.
    good friends are gone.
    good news are gone.
    good moments are gone.
    and what is remain inside my heart is
    the old broken memories
    which i wrote once.
    the old sweet moments
    which i wrote once.
    and at last the poetries
    which i used to tell you
    i read every night
    to see you in my dreams.
    i sing every night
    the burden of my soul
    in lyrics.
    i write my pain's mathematics
    i weave my heart ache magic.
    what i know
    i don't know
    what i know
    i know nothing
    i touch you every morning in dew drops
    i love you every evening in tear drops.