Again a little peom by my friend who wishes to be anonymous:
It’s for a nobody who was somebody for me some tym ago
It’s for a nobody for whom my words were true
Somebody who thought of me as a nobody
Somebody who faked it all just like the words
It’s for a thing which remained incomplete
It’s for a thing which remained in dreams
It’s always for things which I didn’t hear
It’s always for thoughts which never realized
It’s for promises which couldn’t materialize
It’s for heartbreaks which were silent
It’s for things which I thought happen for the good
It’s for things….those same which saddened me
It’s always the same all over again….
But this time the November rain ends…..