I Was In Pain
I was in pain
while you ask me
about the sneaking time.
As the sun is creeping
on the sidelines
of your home window,
illuminate every page of the book
you reading are a widow.
Then really, they took
despite you do not sit
on the shady cloud climb.
I am friends with the rain
and made friends with the dark.
They really talk
without looking towards me.
Then I write the night
to fight against the sun.
They scramble to write down
the words of love
in every book you read
in every sense that you love for
your life as in the time.
Rather profane than eternal was.
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