Poezja

I have asked you many times to go with me
To a different place where we can flourish
Today is still not fresh; it longs of old images
I feel haunted and discouraged
I feel six shades of blue
Do you even understand my despair with this situation
Are you clinging to the hope that I will change my mind
Bring back the old me and stay for some more abuse and
Hunger for your touch which is no more
I want to go to tomorrow; where there the clock ticks and time
moves on like a marching band
Tomorrow may never come