I don't feel the words I speak I don't feel my heart beat The smile in my story Is gone like my body
I've been scarred too much With this thing 'love's touch
You did this to me This time I tried my best To save the rest Yet it would not be
The book of life The pages now have text To close my book is next Though my story'd be silent For this end will be violent
The torn pages Were the worst stages I'd wish no eye To see the reasons why
I leave to the moon tonight Maybe there I'd shine bright This is the end of my fight Close your eyes darling, goodnight
Yet
Poetry used to help me escape my emotion. Though I lost my words, I lost it all, I'd wish no poet to lose their words. (To my sunshine: Maybe it'll work out one day... I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the stars