I
I carry a pen which only I can hold
Writing a story which shall be left untold
Selfish as I am, you will be heroine
We shall be in despair as we've always been
II
Our fate shall be decided with the worst end
But begins with best and not seeming to end
In the end not both of us shall have been dead
You will walk in your path without me ahead
III
I fear your death and so I made you deathless
We can never meet again, that is changeless
With my sacrifice you shall live forever
That is why we won't meet in the hereafter
IV
As I am dead now, much, much colder than snow
I vanish with the story, only I, know
I fade to nonexistence, sorrow remains
And the secret story shall leave you with stains
YOU ARE READING
Voiceless Poetry
PoesíaDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
