Tuesday, 11 March 2014

When It

When It

When the finger is no longer able to scratch the poem
Shall you remember it
That I ever stopped in your heart
Adorn your beautiful days

If these lips could no longer adore all beautiful
Shall you remember it
That I've lived in every point of tears
There is in every breath breathed

When the foot is no longer able to tuk chase
Shall you remember me right
Keep me in the depths of your memories
That we never go together to pursue the beautiful

And when the heart is no longer beating
Shall it you let me
Flowing in your pulse
With you until the end of time.