"Note #2"A Poem by Raef
I know three things for certain;
I will die. You will die. The day will end. And nothing more would matter, If it weren't for the fact that One, I think I am immortal, Two, you seem to think the same, at times, And three, that days are so alike they blend. I do not know three things for certain; I am indecisive, I suppose. You are an invention. I don't know you, and must fill the gaps myself. Days are defined by nights. Tonight, of all nights, is the night I picked up a bottle and a pen in intervals. © 2015 Raef |
Stats
167 Views
Added on November 27, 2014 Last Updated on February 19, 2015 Author
|