Eijam

by Trude

I'm starting to write again
to ease the pain
just to be insane
to speak words of inveigh

my tears are finally falling
thru the grasp of memories
like the blossoms of cherries
when i hear you calling

i may be so selfish
for holding you too tight
like holding a flying kite
but still i do cherish

of the things that we had
the things that we shared
even if it is bared
though i am really bad