Summer means freezer in the States,
As Winter does come so much late,
E'en black and white clouds mock the Earth,
Her promise hasn't seen its birth.
The wind whirls engulfing its shame,
As friendship becomes a real game,
Of life as lies are in their norms,
Shaping their wishes into storms.
How to conceal the shame of shames?
To flee away and change names,
Or bury them deep underground,
Nobody could find - aren't they found?
Time would unearth them and then show,
To the world from their tomb - shallow.
The truth itself would then reveal,
Her lying face -- how would she feel?
Why do I write this poem alone?
- Oh no, not to regret and moan,
But not to breach a promise made,
To tell her its color won't fade.
She said she'd write poems with me,
In English, yep English, we'd see,
Now, her frivolous words turned lies,
Racing against time as time flies.
NOTE:
Puthpong Sao
This poem was written after a foreign poet hadn't come to write poems together with me as promised. However, I did keep my words and wrote it alone.
© 2015 rbu_spp 12:12 pm Friday October 2, 2015 Puthpong Sao
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