On a rainy day of spring
Red blue lights made the district shined
A broken pair of glasses, many memoirs
Why could you fall asleep so fast?
I was named 988 in your contacts
There were drafts you hestitated to deliver
You had a ventilation by yourself
All combined, laid broken on the cold ground.
The cold phone I had
Was like how numb you became
Series of broken events
Affection, hatred, overthinking
Gave you a land for your infinite sleep.
The phone rang and rang
It wouldn't be answered.
Your eyes had gone blank.
Where are you...?
YOU ARE READING
Words To Somebody (Poem Book)
RandomA poem book, mostly about my feelings and nostalgia. I don't write this book for views, I just feel satisfied to write everything out like a web book. Leave advice, comments if you like.
