STILL

The ink of my pen is,

Dying.

No, I don’t want to stop

Writing.

Because if I’ll stop, I will end

Crying.

And you will no longer catch my tears from

Falling.

Shame me, but I will forever be

Hoping.

You may not understand what I’m saying.

Like the ink of my pen, I am also dying.

Dying,

But still writing.