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Tula 28:Pen & Paper

You're my pen while I'm the paper
You're my word while I'm the writer
Without the pen is an empty sheet
Without the writer is an untold voice of a heartbeat.

Together we made a story
A story that I'll always treasure with glee
A story that's only about you and me
Where there's no end and agony
A story that'll be kept eternally
like the love of Him,our Father Almighty.

But...
Where is it?
The pen of mine that I left in my seat
is now unseen,I can't find it.

How could i?
How could I ever write again without you?
How could I ever write again if...

If there's no word that could explain how it hurts?
If there's no "you" who could calm this heart that's about to burst?

My love,will this be the end?
Will this be the last page to write With our memories.