Poet 11586


Without asking You took a paper from me
and started to write
During all those years You filled it
with Letters
Words Sentences Emotions
Tears of sadness in a balanced symbiosis with Tears of happiness
But how it goes in life Everything has its end
just like the paper
Two sides written down & at the end word´ unfinished
word´ irrelevant
So little So important
And that nasty feeling of confusion
´filling your mind with questions:
Add one more paper and continue Or Set the fire and let everything that was/is burn to ashes and the only thing remaining
will be memories in form of Ash. (?)