Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I don't know how many days

 I have left to write,

 But I know that I will write

 Until the last tear of blood.  
I don't know if I write alone, 

Or if God writes through me, 

But I want to turn my memories

 Into symphonies.
  I don't know how many unshared loves

 Will pass through my heart, 

But there will always be 

An unspeakable pain behind a fake laugh. 
 I don't know who I am, 

How long I have to stay here, 

But if you want, you can know me better 

Through my poems, dear.
I don't know how many more nights 

I have to spend in my loneliness 

Until I become the love of someone's life,

Covering my soul into poetry.