All The Things You Didn't Say

But where are you now?

How beautiful it's to suffer for love.

I will never get tired of this pain.

Of the memories.

You were not my father

And

For that

But God

Stars and universes are written on your tongue,

Trees and rivers flow freely in your veins,

Laughs and memories are in your lungs,

Waiting to be breath-out, with nothing to gain,

For their existence is just a petal of you,

Since warrior you are not,

They must be strong like a few,

They survived winters, and have hole in some spots,

But you are still standing bold and proud,

From the moment nothing seems too much to bear,

You can scream "I made it! I won!" Aloud,