Deciphering the mumblings of the soul into words

Slowly engulfing

A child hugging a toy

Moonlight losing itself to dawn

I cannot think of the dawn

As another ray of hope

Rather I keep sunking

To the depth of shadows

No air would make me live

For I'm just a toy

Life played with...

If there's nothing I could do to change it

If it doesn't bother anyone as much as it does to me

Why does it still hurt

Why can't my heart let go

Why won't the tears stop..??

Took shelter in my pen

Kept flowing as much as my tears

Weaving, burning the night

Sun painted the sky

Midnight ink lost

Tears did not

Like a never ending volcano

Without space to process even a one

I kept starring at the blue hot sky

Of a midsummer afternoon

Skin, unbothered by the scorching sun

Part of the soul, popping a suggestion

How it would have been

If you were here

Orange hue sky dramatically painting itself crimson

Birds returning home

Maybe a droplet at the last eyelash

Would I have less things to worry

Would my eyes not look tired all the time

Would I smile truthfully

Would this heart not search for you in every song I hear

Would it be less painful

Volcano kept spitting

Stars came out of their hiding, coughing off all the pollution

Ever gorgeous moon throned himself again

You would have held my hand

You would have kissed my tears

You would have listened

We would have survived anything together

One more night,

And I miss you more...