मय्बे

Maybe, it will be another time,
when the rain won't kill herself,
when the spring born on December,
and May don't be so fatal on July..
Maybe, it will be another rainbow
that destroy the loneliness of sad sundays
those days when the life taste of clouded coffies
and roast movies...
Maybe tomorrow I'll change my point of view,
I'll write a stupid poem to come across you..
Maybe tonight I decide to fly forever,
break my bad ideas, or live with them, together..
Maybe in the morning still feeling this pain..
But now, I want to know where I let my brain!