The more words I lost,
In your presence,
The more words I wrote
In your absence.

While waiting for your one
Affectionate sight,
I lost the sense of
What's wrong and right.

Your coldness sewed my lips
And the pen, dragged its tips.

It dug a grave of my feelings
It dumped all your memories.

It made me cold like stone
It left me all skin and bone.

And even after my silence
Consumed the poison of pain,

Here I am!

Still in your story,
As a vile villain.