A Baby Carrot! ! ! ***

Your word to me in my funeral
When my heart was lying nude…
Is just a Baby carrot you are throwing to me …
Leave and don’t tell who is “He”…
I know him…
A lucky man who had just stole my dream
An ocean of “love” in parallel to my heart steam…
An intelligent liar…
Who knows how to present his illusions
Covered by a mountain of tasty cream…
Your word to me in my funeral
Is just like an ugly scream…
From the mouth of an old parrot…
Just go… we cannot be friends again! ! !

Wael Karameh.
October 3,2009.

by Wael Karameh

Comments (2)

such a sad display of dissatisfaction and regret; an interesting read
your verses are covered with such sorrow, , very touching poem...