Like a lone star in my chattered sky
i still risk holding on to you
My body hold so little life in it
time runs out and my hope keep on fading
and i get scared
when your schedule overflows
the floods of this busy world
will you try and fix me in?
When your feet are a few yards
from power,wealth and fame
will you step back to taste on my salty tears?
Tell me this
those people of the world you run in
surely match your philosophical thinking
when you meet the so wise and intelligent
won’t i find myself aside like a broken toy?
Sometimes i just can’t know
if my skin turns purple
in the coldness of a hospital bed
will the name you call me still be “honey”?
When i close my eyes and lose myself in a coffin to be hidden underground
will you put a rose beside me
When the world forgets me
when there is nothing left of me
will you tell your friends my story?
Copyright © 2016 FofoFlor
” I wrote this poem because people love us when its more easy and convenient, when we are lovable but not when we have lost color and shape its easy to be abandoned ”