Another Pain

Last night, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't sleep.
I was mentally welcoming another pain.

Over to my homeless soul, and to my dead heart.
The pain asked me of why I welcomed him.

I mindless answered him, because I'm tired of
Crying in front of their graves, I hear them calling me

In my dreams, even the flowers started sharing
Their scents with me, if I looked at their pictures.

Sometimes, I can't breath because of my imaginary,
Thinking as if they were around me, building joys.

 They told me once that a valuable friendship won't
Lasted too long, as if they knew that I will be happy about it.

11/10/2014