Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Fading Vividly

The night was pale
The stars were dim
I sat there
Thinking of him
And the burned out fire.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Gone is the love
Gone is the lust
Yet lingers around
My sense of despair
For the fact that he
Is no longer there.


Maha said...

I am usually not that much into rhymed poetry but yours was very good :)

Ze2red said...

& For the fact that he is not coming back.

well written.

Yara Hani said...

Sara, Thank you =]

Yara Hani said...

Maha, I'm glad you liked it even though rhyming isnt a preference of urs xD thnx!