"You wrote me a letter"
The hum of your music
Heard by my lonely room
But it seems that my hearing
Was drowning beneath my ageless longing
It seems the time of me
Came closer and closer
In this thick skin that I have live with
Its crawling onto my bed
Crippling inside my blanket
Freezing my reckless life
I have never lived
With my wounded lips
May I speak with you, death?
"Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
My dear one
My mind was ready
But my heart
It still lingers into my wide awake
You cannot dare me to live without you
I just need more
More time to waste by my hands
To be felt of such undesirability
To not yet die by your own
Let me walk breathless
Fearless
Once more
Once again
It was not a life that I can tell to anyone
But for you who seek my last breath
Please listen to the poems I will write for him
Let be the stranger of me
Be the judge of you
Give me life pills to keep me alive
Just for you to listen
Closely for my miracle
Not yet
I begged of you
Not yet."
Your vivid presence
Seems like were faraway
Where a distance of us
Seems so fragile to walk through
Because of the unknown lungs coming through you
The sounds that you're making
"I must put it into words
I must write your song
I must
I must find your broken hymns"
Reaching this unmoving ceiling
My legs seem to not know what was I doing
"You, old woman
Grit your teeth
Sink that weakness
Let yourself go
And find that pen
Where your life depended on it
Old woman
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet..."
My head was nothing now
Out of sight
It seems that I'm falling
Failing to gasp for wind
Death,
I told you not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Not ye-
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Stranger
Romance"An old woman losing her will and time to write, but suddenly, a young man came by with a miracle in his hands. Will she ever be able to write again, with a passion of her old self? or time will cut her short to her grave?"
