Burning Papers-love poems

One Last Poem (P2)

My pen is out of ink,

and my papers are empty,

nothing but a forgotten memory,

occupies my blank books,

O' I can no longer write magical writings,

And there are no colours in my drawings,

O'darling no more, you'll induce my pens,

as My songs no longer carry your names,

I've abandoned my graves,

so that you can't visit,

My judge released my handcuffs,

and I'm no more guilty for loving you,

I'm the eagle that was healed,

from the wounds I no longer bleed,

I've spread my wings to cover the sky,

To heavens the destination I fly.