Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Last

I am the last Drop of whisky 
Quenching your pain
I am the last leaf to fall
When it rains

I am the last clap 
In a room filled with crowd
I am the last sound of silence 
When everything turns around

I am the last ash 
Of your burning cigarette
I am the last goodbye
Before we've even met

I am the last frail sound
Of an unhealed soul
I am the last unspoken word
Of a heart that's not whole

I am the Unfinished 
I am the complete
I am what I am 
What you'll never want me to be .....