Vanished you

All I say is, death is inevitable and all are mortals.

I can’t sleep,

What’s music got to do?

It feels done.

What am I to you?

Oh, it’s the fool, the one.

 

Black painting through my mind,

What can C- and F chord do now?

It feels ruckus throughout,

There’s nothing, I can do but I avow,

It’s the very end, no doubt.

 

I see the greys,

Wish I gathered the courage to tell you,

It’s getting late, I’ll go under the ground.

The smile is gone, if you ever knew,

Should’ve known this was to bound.

Author's Note

old draft, little improvisations

criticize the way you like it

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Hi. I'm new so my review is only an opinion. Your writing seems to be past tense. I just wondered if you ever told them how you felt. I'm a romantic. I like it alot!

[Medha]

I tried to convey, but still can't but they know