Words Of My Existence

ART OF A BROKEN PEN

You're the every verse I wrote,
In every poem I spoke.
You're the idea I always draw,
In every paper I saw.

You're the brightest star in my sky ,
The most gorgeous one in my eye.
I will hold your hand,
Please hold on mine.

But after the summer,
Here comes the winter.
Wind blows left and right,
Day seems shorter than night.

I'm cold and freezing,
Standing up, I'm trying.
I dropped the pen I'm holding,
As I read the poem I'm writing.

You're once the verse I wrote,
In every poem I spoke.
Idea's now gone,
Now that my sketch is done.

And just like every star in the sky,
It's your time to say goodbye.
You let go of my heart,
By breaking it part by part.

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