Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Melancholy


1
Cold breeze touch my skin,
Cold yet burning up the pain,
Melodies serenade my ears,
Slow and lonely, a song for a million tears.

2
Lying so still, feels like I’m on my death bed.
Eyes shut, no darkness, all so clear instead.
Memories playing inside my head,
Will I still remember if I am dead?

3
Perhaps no, for memories of him I’ll always hymn.
For even if I’m awake, I dream of him.
Dead or alive, he and I will always be,
For he and I, forever we will be…