The Reason

Maybe one day
you will finally understand
or maybe…will be too late
but…let’s try, anyway
the reason that I drive so slow
when you are with me
it’s because I want more time
with you by my side
telling me about your past
laughing over me, cos how silly I can be
just to see
you smilling
the reason that I sleep so late
it’s cos I can’t hear your heartbeat
and your hand to hold, when I wake up
from a suicidal nightmare
the reason that I change my style of poems
from depression and suffering
for love and pretty things
it’s cos I found in you my muse
hope…this is not too late…
to you understand

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