The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

After Life

What happens after fame,
What happens when nothing is "left",
When you're higher than the time itself,
After laughing while you look at the "rift".

When you're looking at the crack in your heart where it puts your name,
But you laugh remembering that there was no "theft",
And even if she didn't feel the same,
You know it could have been less "swift".

What happens after the prime,
After the "cleft",
When there is nothing left to rhyme,
After having the fame of "Taylor Swift".

After the losses are some many,
And when the "shaft" of the earth is not visible,
After visiting Greece, France and Rome,
After having a "soft" ride from Honduras to the Bahamas.

After losing you,
After loving you,
After needing you,
After depending on you.

After kissing you,
After hugging you,
After wishing you,
And even after fucking you.

After forgetting you,
After not remembering you,
After asking you,
After asking me.

After hesitating about it,
After thinking about it,
After traveling for you,
After giving you another chance.

In France we saw the Eiffel Tower,
In Rome we got married,
I had to travel to the Bahamas after breaking up with you,
Because in Honduras you cheated on me.

After feeling,
After suffering,
After crying,
After praying.

After sleeping,
After living,
After dreaming,
After dying,

After life.