In My Study

In my study... 

There is a wooden table.. 

The place where I used to spend hours... 

Scribbling love notes and poems.... 

Oh so long love letters I wrote.... 

Baring my heart and soul... 

Describing in detail things about him... 

Which even he didn't know.... 

In my study.... 

There is a wooden table.. 

Covered in dust and smudges of ink... 

Inside the drawer you will find... 

Where light never enters.... 

Pangs of my heart.... 

Everything about him....... 

The one who would never know...... 

That there was somewhere a girl.... 

Who fell for him... 

So dangerously.... 

He didn't catch and I continued to fall..... 

Plunged in the depths of darkness.... 

In my study.... 

There is a wooden table.... 

Where I wrote one last time.... 

For everyone to see..... 

My death note..... 

With the inks of blood.... 

In my study... 

There is a wooden table... 

Rotting and decaying... 

Just like me......