Yours Obediently, Goodbye

A Poem by Dear Aurth,

The picture of us is fadeing ...

Are you the fire,
that burns?
Or the ashes which fly.
Smoulder flames burn slowly,
But It too has its smoke all over.

I am the remains,
look at me and say,
What was I,
before being burned.
I am the remains,
look at me and say,
What was I,
before being abandoned.

Afterburner passion,
Takes over, as we got close.
Like struck stones spark,
Were ignited got burned,
In our bodies desire,
Now what? Makes it silent,
Now what ? Part our ways,
You looked back,
for one last sight,
Shot me the perfect bullet hole,
Wounded the way you wanted,
I'll leave the way you wanted.

What went wrong ?
As life always reminds,
Well I won't be there to reply,
So one day,
You'll receive a post card,
When my life's content,
Without you besides,
Dear supposed to be,
''Try to give someone what thy like"
Yours obedient, Goodbye.