Not all pens write stories. Some writes their loud silences, Broken promises and Unfulfilled dreams! Some put their shatterd pieces Of heart, in a hope To fix them again with ink!
Will you show me way, In my darkest of night ? Will you accompany me, In my loneliest of journey ? Will you be my moon, Despite the fact that I've millions of stars ? Will you be mine, For I'll embrace your scars ?
The soft corner Of my heart, Where you Used to reside, Now just hold Million fragments Of the past, Brutually embedded There, holding on To the immense pain.