12 Burnt Pages Poem by Iphupho The Dream

12 Burnt Pages

Twelve burnt pages that reminds
me of my late friend,
I wrote the whole night
with tears unto my face,
Damn i miss my late
friend,
Memories do create
pictures of sweet memories
i spent with my late friend.

Pages of my late friend
are being burnt,
They've turned into burnt
letters that can't be read
and revealed.

Days have gone so fast,
And he left me so soon,
It's uneasy to grasp
the pain,
It is not well with my soul,
I am crying alone
with visions and wishes
that can't be fulfilled.

My only dream
is to see again,
I don't feel well when each
day passes without seeing you
or talking with you.
I have painful scars that
have remained in my heart.

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