The dying december

The dying december


This is the dying december i bet!
Have you heard me talking about her?
I was to fill up my to-dos, she hadn't satisfied yet
Now it's your time and energy to know about her here.

I met her on the late lovely light night december
On the corridors and prison house of loneliness
I was neither happy nor sad but numb number
She was my angel and I her prince in the lovely wilderness


I loved her until I noticed I am loving her
It's and wasn't my care whether she did back
She's the dying december i bet!
She can't be a dying September in this September


My love, were you my love or I was your love
Are you MLK's love or you are the one I love
If you are the one I'm taking all my love give to the sky, to the dove
It will pass flying day-by-day, i will love it until it comes down to walk by me.

I'm MLK the poet I don't love the unloving love
This is the dying december i bet!
She can't be ignoring me since she had risen above
She can't be swept away of brands, no she can't!

She's the dying december i bet!
She's the dying december! I get
I loved her more than I did to money
Now I am waiting for my waking december

I need to call her “The waking december”
And narrate so poetical about her
Even though it's unknown whether to find her on December
It will not be easy to find her on that river.
 She's gone forever!


I am MLK DE POET

# mlkpronounced


05 Dying December 2022