You Are My Comma
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When my dreams are drowning with your memories
With every memoir,
I could feel the trails of your feet pass by,
I would always wish to quit this poem.
But when I have sunk in depth of the ocean,
Gasping for breath,
All the fullstops I have tried placing has been erased with each comma you place by,
All the mornings you disappear is when I knew,
I am not in your dream.
And you are not the search of my life,
We could stand on either sides of the stream
And enjoy the river pass by;
I gather my strength to write this with broken nib,
And yet I try once again to quit altogether?