Selfimportance Poems

With Me

Future is a lived present
So, write me an obituary
while I’m still filling my lungs;
and while I’m still pumping my heart
Burn me into ashes
As the fire within me, loses its color
And though, I’m still seeing color
So, paint me a portrait
while I’m still palpable
and while you can discern me

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With Me

Future is a lived present
So, write me an obituary
while I’m still filling my lungs;
and while I’m still pumping my heart
Burn me into ashes
As the fire within me, loses its color
And though, I’m still seeing color
So, paint me a portrait
while I’m still palpable
and while you can discern me

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  M.C. Dofredo (1 poems about Selfimportance)
  November 12, 2000 - Philippines