Love Letters or Suicide Notes
Love Letters or Suicide Notes1 min 175 1 min 175
I wish I could tell you a lot of things.
But I always miss it when I talk with you.
Sometimes I write them in my notes and save them in a folder.
I have now more than three of such folders.
Yes I never showed them to you.
I wish we could see each other some time.
Like a stranger – a complete stranger.
But then I don’t want to disturb you anymore.
I don’t know who am I, what is it that I want, what will I do with my life.
I am scared almost every time.
I am a badly disturbed person.
And I can’t share it with anyone.
I love to pray often.
And there I pray for you – your smile.
It looks beautiful on your kind face.
Like a dew drop on the lips of rose.
I’m terribly romantic, you’d say.
Yes I am.
I want to run away sometimes.
I fear these sometimes are too often nowadays.
I wish I could disappear like smoke.
Days pass cells are born then they die – we live
while inside we die every day, every moment,