These 1:00a.m never ending conversations will be forever missed.
Butterfly in stomach,
Heart in attack
Nothing in control
Only these roses in this glass could fill this gap you left
Home has never been that empty
Only this bed wet with tears remained
No restoration possible
No coming back feasible
Gone were the days
where the birds were singing in harmony
where the rhythm of pulses and heartbeats were alike
Depressed songs,poetry was the only key that fits this chain I was now bind to
Words fail to describe feelings
Crying heart out was seldomly enough to chase sadness
Only and merely writing could satisfy this soul in sorrow
Forever and ever gone,
Blood flowing dropwise
Heart beating in SOS
She was left in pieces.
