```Dear EARTH```

I wrote this poem in bed one afternoon before the news got to you... I wrote this poem with bouts of life and death flashing miraculously before my eyes... My breathing was slowing and the people around me had their hearts and faces filled with tears....For a moment I felt helpless... I tried effortlessly to atleat crack a smile on my already numb body...But it was as dangerous as not trying....

I visited the graveyard inside me... Looking nervously at the things I killed when I was alive... I saw the my fighting spirit on the furthest corner... It's tombstone was cracked and spider webs wooven intricately... Maybe to send the message it was buried a long time ago...

Next was the place I visited frequently... It read heart... The path to this place was less bushy.... The tombstone decorated poorly with roses... And stained with tears... I was sure this was a bad idea.... I tried to revisit the days of my before... But I was afraid I didn't have enough time...

I remembered trying to write a letter to the one that I loved.... I remembered trying to rub off the pain of heartbreaks and heartaches... I remembered crying myself to sleep... And I thought... Maybe this is it... This is the day....I was too frail and feeble to write two letters hope you will understand....

My legs felt cold.... And my heart pace slowed significantly... I felt all the movements in and outside my body... Those that turned away as my eyes turned white....And my lungs couldn't grasp some useful air....

I saw myself cry.... Maybe this was the effect of feeling loved...Or saying goodbye... My lips failed to open and words choked....Those that will say I described a dream... Please take them to where you choose to lay my remains....

I relaxed all my muscles....And let out a sigh.... I saw how happy she was without me and I was jealous...I wish I had a few minutes that day....But dead men don't regret.... Though I wished it was me all along...Clasp my fingers to a fist.... Close my eyes and empty my thoughts...

I'm sorry I only wrote very few words... But I hope you will understand.... The angel of death robbed me of words and my life story was left untold....

His pen dropped on the floor and the pad he was writing on...On his chest.... Slowly he closed his eyes and his whole body froze......

©Hurt_Surgeon™

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St. VALENTINE

Preston ✨


Give me the chance...And I will change your mind... Enough time to illustrate that the bomb effect is not on the acts of valor...But in the assembly....Give me a chance to be the one in your dreams..Be the one to shape your dreamscape....The one that when night falls brings light to you....

I won't fight because you walked with another.... No...I'll chase you like I'm beginning to hit on you.... no you won't have time to miss me because if I won't be with you...I'll give you a thousand splendid poems about you.....

Give me the chance....And I'll prove to you poets are not all broken glasses that live with fragments of their hearts....I'll let you know I not only craws on dreams but live them...I'll let you know that story I never said....Or that lullaby I've never sang.....Or that poem I've never written....

If I won't be with you....Then I'll be alone telling me the stories of I.... Don't be wary when I stop to laugh I'll tell you why...I'll laugh because the feeling of me being next to you will tickle my soul......It will be funny..I'm not used to laughing like that.or feeling that way.... I'll be better....

Give me the chance to hold you sanity in place.... Even when I pour the entities of my love just like I do on paper.....Rock you to sleep and shake you to wake up....It's a good morning.... Give me the chance to make you what you've always wanted to be......

©Hurt_Surgeon™

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NOT OLD ENOUGH

Preston 🎀


When I get old...Old enough I'll tell my family about you.... I'll tell my mother tongues out....out right why I did not marry and why I will not either....I will tell my father straight in the face that I was not hurt or heartbroken but I lack the definition of that word.....

I will sit in my porch and rock with my chair.... Faintly trying to forget about you....But it would be so long that your presence in my life shall be a permanent mark.... I'll buy you flowers and invite you to my house ball...I might have lost my tongue and maybe won't talk to you.....

Your presence in my area will remind me of the day we met.... It will remind me of the days we were together....The days you slept next to me....And the story of our future....It will remind me of the days you were crying and worrying...The soft spot that you touched...The memories of our glory days....

I will tell my brother to get married and have children...Tell my sister that she should stop trying to find me a woman.... Because all I ever wanted was and is still in you..... I will spend my days in laboratories and libraries all around the world.... Sometimes I will find a spot and write good poems that will have your name....

Most of the times I'll read the messages we sent ages ago....I'll want to visit your home with candy, flowers shoes and booze.... Sometimes I'll want to buy a bus ticket for two and go to the coast....

But again i stop thinking and realized we are at the coast....I'll send you pictures of us the only pic that I have...Then delete it....Then people will think I'm gay others think I'm Bewitched but I'll tell them what I possess.... The girl that I loved.....Is the woman that I love at 60....


©Hurt_Surgeon™

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