5.6.16

Opaque




Night is getting sleepless,
Day is getting harsh,
Breathing poison,
Skin rashes,
Bones appear from flesh,
Hands are hurts,
Legs run too much.

And I count the time everyday,
I only have 20-30 years to know you more and more,
To give you insight of light,
To hold you before and after.

By the 20-30 years ahead,
by the time you would remember me as the one you loved.