As I sat here alone, writing, pondering... waiting
Loneliness sets in.
Missing the subtle nuances, unspoken words, loud thoughts and silent laughters
The happiness that used to filled up life, deserting into thin air
The hope that was shared, forgotten, erased by a lie
Looking at the emptiness of the end of the nights
Trying to console the shattered heart
Grasping at that fragile soulness of love,
the air to breath is of no consequences
Slowly dying and melted into irrelevances
among the promises
Never would have thought the hateness slowly creeping in
as much as an attempt, a feeble one that is, to justify the lost years
never wished for the sufferings unto, for its just mine forever
Oblivion is a nicer scribe, within the smallness of this time