Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
You stand there,
Under the Moonlight,
Watching the Stars
Fade out and die.
Your Eyes cry
Silent tears.
And each drop,
Screams out with Pain .

You put your hand in the Fire
While you watch yourself die
Inside, out.
You ride into the Darkness
Not knowing what it holds.
Does this pain keep you alive?

I can't stand here
Watch you disappear
Into the Night.
Watch you fade away
Slowly, like the stars
You so admire.

Why do you want to revel
In this kind of a trepidation?
Not everyone's got somebody
At least you've got Me.

Come back,
You dont have to hide.
At least,
There's something
Called
Tomorrow.
At least,
There's something
Called
**Love.
Meenu Syriac
Written by
Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems