Poem: Let me Love You

You face death,
Alone; l help you to pull the trigger,
Forgive me if l didn’t tell you,
How much l should have appreciated,
Your acquaintance smile,
Couldn’t tell how pleasant it was.
Pardon me for being damn selfish,
People around you,
Used, betrayed, judged and cast,
I never know or pretend not to care,
That your mental faculty,
You need love to heal your crawling wound.
Remember when you first hug and hold me
To your arms; You look like a clown
Wish l could turn back time,
Return to my childhood where
l could have know you more.
You have broken by the fire-burning,
Dream about you; Thinking of you,
Perhaps, I’m regret for not cherish our last moment,
I’m suppose to express my feelings,
Can anyone visualize how my bitter heart goes?
Mommy missed you,
Grandma is proud of you,
What a remorseful atmosphere; That we have here.
Daddy reminiscence the conversation you had,
Strong, courageous and brave attitude you once preserved.
Too late to cry; My darling,
You said – I’ve got to leave.
Where are you going?
ls there a happy; Peaceful place where you can belong now?
Days have past by me slow,
Awaken from my dream and you went away,
Questioning myself; l need to be responsible.
Not for your passing; But to promise
That my love for you shall never shed.

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This is a tribute poem I wrote a decade ago for someone who I never got the chance to say how much I loved him. Looking back, it’s something really sad. Through words, it’s least what I can express.

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