My heart becomes the page,
My tears turn into ink,
And my soul begins to write.
If only she could measure my words,
She would know her weight in my world.
When my mind, my heart, and my soul,
Feel the pain of her, my words overflow.
Each line carries her longing,
And she could hear in the silence.
The sound of my heartbreak shut my voice,
All the words remained within my heart.
When the world falls asleep,
All her memories awaken.
My love for her was born in silence,
Not knowing it had an expiry date.
I spent all my love on her,
Never once checking the balance.
The vault of my devotion,
Ran empty one fine day.
After searching for a happy ending with her,
Now I just wait for my end.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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