Treasure Island

Nur Meiyati


Don't Be in Love with Me


Love my poetry but don't be in love with me
Do I appeal more than my poetry
In poetry, I can be anyone I imagine to be
I is not necessary me
The life stories are not always mine
How far I can reach is not defined
They can cast an impression of sadness or gaiety
Or do they evoke your instinct to be heroes for the needy
How should I tell you, so it becomes clear
I love you all and anyone is special for me
But don't hope for more and don't wish to have me
I can possibly stimulate you, thrill you, captivate you and intoxicate you
Till you become addicted to me
But I will come and go
If I want to
Do not love me excessively
Because I am as free as the wind

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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