Metaphor

Metaphor

May Lin

You were once mine, now I am the outsider of your world.

 Uplifted by you, I never used to frustrate. A Transgressor, I

am. Murderer, my name. Force you to death. We used to

         hold hands,                                                    coldness now on.

         That year,                                                        we meet joyous.

         Years later,                                                     tears stained my

        Face.                                                                   Taste of Sugar

                                                                                                                 You once were.

                                                                                                                 Replaced by bitt-

                                                                                                                erness since that

                                                                                                                day. Time freezes

                                                                                                                that day, I saw you

                                                                                                                smiled. Last quest-

                                                                                                                ion I asked –“If time

                                                                                                                went back till that

                                                                                                                day would you still

                                                                                                                be my teacher?”