• plethoraofthought_ 32w

    One Month
    With each flick of time
    was a yesterday passed.
    With each pronunciation of the letters
    are stories full of fun.
    With every voice of your mouth
    are songs cold tunes.

    But what if one day you suddenly disappear,

    What is the use of time flow
    if only I could remember you passing by?
    The pronunciation letters are used for you
    served as a cry in the absence of my agony.
    The cool laughs
    has been replaced by deafening silence.

    I endured a month,
    this is my grief.
    Every day you cling
    in my brain and heart hurts
    and hopes that the beginning will not disappear
    even cut for another month.