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What could I say more?
My mind, being a blank sheet,
with enough to scribble on for,
staring over me, scary neat.
It was a needle, no, a knife,
with its sharp edge, tearing my heart apart,
and shredding it into pieces, my life,
blowing them away, the depart.
My nights were moist, soaked in tears,
fading the rays of hope, pouring misery.
A silent gaze surrounding me, it wears,
the same empty smile, although shivery.
I stood still, pale and yellow, no doubts,
the lost old memories pricking like thorns,
piercing into veins, my blood oozing out,
flowing all the way, like silence in the mourns.
I am a restless soul, pleading along,
wanting to return to the one who went,
but to my despair, they belong,
I knew a lost chance was what they meant.
After all, life is just a line,
between pair of life and death,
etched in gravestone, neat and fine,
resting lonely in a piece of earth.
