My poetrys 🫠

Unheard pain🥺

When I die, who cares about me?
I'm beggar of love, who talks about me?
Don't talk to me, my heart —
I'm sorry... I tore you apart.

My dreams are dust, my nights are cold,
A silent story... never told. I see in your eyes,
fire burning high,
Your heart is crying,
beneath the silent sky.

I heard your voice,
whispering in my chest,
But why you're so silent,
when your pain can't rest?