All those times I wrote for you..
Poems that didn't even rhyme
Poems that said what I couldn't have said..
Poems that bled everytime..
Poems that told stories of love..
Stories of moments long gone..
Stories of hearts that bled to death..
Stories of strings that were torn..
Stories of hands that were held...
Just to let go one day..
Stories of lovers who had loved a lot..
But still couldn't stay..
Stories of souls dancing on blades..
Till their feet could draw stars..
On silver snow and greener grass
That caressed the deep red scars..
All those stories have come to an end..
The last pages have been read..
We have to leave the novel we wrote..
And announce the lovers dead...
And one last time I am writing for you...
Poem that doesn't even rhyme..
The end is here...I hope you save your heart...
Mine...will heal with time..