That moment made me bleed on paper,
I then became silent ,
But my pages gather the noise of scream,
I said it's the last page,
But wrote 20 pages of last ,
And still no end...

From then my pen moved,
more than my mouth could ,
The ink spilled !
More than the voice could ,
The silent reached it's pride ,
Than the love reached it's heights !!!

The facade of heart broken ,
Tears spilled in hue of my past ,
Love became drug...
That was...