Curtain Falls.

Teary, red set of eyes - no more.
My skin is no longer blotched
My chest is finally at ease
My mind had, 
by now, 
wandered off a thousand stars from you.


Those wound will close up soon
These scars will heal
Our stories forgotten
And miseries, begone!


In ecstasies of a new born bliss
Today, no more, I wept.
Off you go, ask not for my kiss
For thy memoirs I had swept.


Au revoir, my loved once,
I shalt now bid you a'dieu!
and its finale!


by Qiez Medusa AR, Wednesday, 28 December 2011