When you're gone, and nothingness creeps
Mind slips into mystique slumber unknown
My eyes search for thee in vain, All that remains are
Thy memories in bounty and hopes forlorn.
I reminisce those good old times
As i sit alone, sequestered from the crowd
Too late it was when I realized
A pen is truly mightier than a sword.
Silent screams and lucid laments go unheard
As I make futile attempts to retrieve my loss
Don't leave, thy absence makes me feel
That our friendship is up for a toss.
Enticed into an aura of sinful regret
I wish what is done could be undone
Amidst chaos i transformed into an adamant soul
Fighting a battle that could never be won.
I etch my thoughts on a little scroll
And send it through a bird to thee
With a hope that my little bird that flew away
Shall, tonight, fly back to me.
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