"They don't see me as an art, but I drew pictures in your mind.
I made thoughts gone wild with my words that were colored with black and white."
-Laezee (Art of Writing)

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Dead

 

Dead


People from my past are popping up,

Messaging me like they didn't break my trust.

Out of the blue, after the earthquake he asked me "How I was?"

Funny, he showed care when I no longer seek and ask.


Glad I gave my time and loyalty during his time,

I have no regrets nor longing for me to give a reply.

I again realized why people comeback;

Peace of mind is just so hard to find.


That's when you'll know who really did any wrong,

Time will tell who really won.

Sorry if I'll leave you delivered and unseen,

I'm no longer the person you used to know who replies to your messages in less than a minute.


I always choose growth every after sorrow,

That's why you need to remeet me every meeting.

I suppose this really showed me as the sign of an end,

Because you can no longer disturb what is already dead.


- Laezee

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