Thursday, July 11, 2019

The Last One

I'll write this one last song and
Finish the day, on the comfort of my bed.

I'll write the last few lines and
May be stop thinking about you, again.

I'll write what I'm not supposed to and
Wish your sorrows would turn to Yesterday.

I'll drop one last letter into your box and
Someday Pandora won't be anymore a fictional name.

I will surely stop writing my friend
And words will coalesce into the last poem.

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