Annoying, isn't it?

Annoying, isn't it?
To be aware that she was the lead of your pencil.
Makes me upset-
The fact that nothing else scrapes the paper in such nice melody.

A letdown, isn't it?
Seeing that THIS is all life has- what are you hiding?
Where is the fire that you were supposedly made out?
Where is the ambition to induce more feelings in me than she could?

Isn't it ironic that I am writing a poem about you, Life
But still she is in the back of it all?
Are you just a plane on which two lines were supposed to meet
for you to observe us part our ways, lose our smiles and admit defeat?

I am not angry with you,
Don't get me wrong,
All I am asking for is-
Just give me a song.

A word,
A sentence,
A nice piece of text,
A meaning,
A feeling,
Or anything else.

Don't make me stay here and wait for you to end,
You're literally all I have, so just give me a hand.
I swear it's not that hard, I know that we can make it,
I know that love is gone, but I promise I can fake it!

Just- Hear me. Be there.
And be the paper.
My heart may be burned out-
But I know for a fact that charcoal can be used to write letters.

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