I, the book of life was born on earth Found that love is of greatest worth. I, devoted an entire part of me to you The things I felt, others had no clue. I, progressed holding your hand Never thought that the love would end. The story still moves ahead But the part of love is what all dread. There are now grueling attempts To tear what the heart of book kept. Let the story continue, let the life not be left with erased memories...
To those of you who are asking where am I. I've left the world which meant everything to me, I'll pen something here only when I return to fulfill the promise for which I left everything. Who you thought I was, is the person I'm trying to be...