will you?

will you write a poem for me?
i am no poet
the pearls you see on my words
are tears that dried in fear
of meeting morrows in darkness
a dying soul, i hear


will you sing a song for me?
no, i cannot sing
not of your beauty nor your love
i've long lost a melody
that led this path to yours
tired feet i have with me


will you dream a dream for me?
i was a dreamer too
till all the hours have ticked by
leaving, me in pained slumber
waiting for this story's end
its start, i don't remember