you don't need to be a poetic like me, <br />you don't need to read it like the way <br />im reading it, and you don't need to write <br />my styles in your own way. <br /> <br />take off your pen and draw images, <br />because your better than me tracing <br />different shapes. You have enough lines <br />when you're presence was still there. <br /> <br />i apologize you didn't read and heard <br />them because I thought you're not a poem <br />lover as I am that wasn't told. But now, <br />you become steady and stiff at early stage. <br /> <br />i know it's late, but even how far your <br />senses go, I will stress the feelings inside <br />your throne, because I know your heart <br />sees and feels them even your mind is loss. <br /> <br />this is not the end of your journey, <br />the battlefield is geared to see you happy, <br />and these letters will continue growing <br />until they reach you and keep going. <br /> <br />in the world where you belong -im still yours, <br />and your memories will remain safe in my <br />poems. It banish my presence yet, these <br />firing letters will remind you of my tomb.<br /><br />immanuel santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dementia-17/
