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