After the longest nights,
Staying up and watching them sleep,
Holding pieces of parchments,
I scribbled my quills,
Thought of every way, I could have you here.
Every word I wrote, was never enough,
With the morning light, I burned the pages,
Putting you behind,
When I blew the ashes,
I stabbed the hopes of my heart,
Living this pain, every night.
Just to put you behind.
And we all gathered,
Just to remember those we lost,
I saw you there, black and elegant.
I could feel myself being pulled to you,
Weeping in the corner,
I couldn't hold myself for long,
Until I turned around,
Walked away from you,
I shut out my heart,
And so much that I feel,
When I see you weak,
I pull myself together,
Until I lie in the corner,
And I cry, I feel ignorant, every time,
Just to put you behind.
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