Papa, I've never cried, so hard in my life, I've never cried, this long in my life, I've never thought, of ending a cry, I've never known, sorrow has no time line. Papa, I tell myself, be strong, Cause I have to accept, that you are gone, No body can help me, life has to go on, I can tell it to myself, but papa, it's hard. Papa, I neglected, my blog for a while, I missed her, and Mr. Darcy's smile, But I couldn't write, a single line, This unexplainable sorrow, I felt for the very first time. Papa, I seem to be alright, That's what I should show, to the world outside, But Papa, this burning larva inside, Burns my eyes, and sends down tears, every night. Papa, there's a lot, that I need to write, But the keys are damp, they too might cry, Maybe not for the words, I write, But I don't want my tears, to soak their eyes. Papa, this picture, was clicked that day, Uncle clicked it, cause I'll...
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