Teardrops On My Paper Poem by Charnen Postrano

The vastness of the surface is silent.
The moon is shining above while the air is singing its tune.
Melancholy, melancholy song the choir sang.
The song is far away but my heart resonated with pain.

As the tears keep sliding down, my heart pumps with sad music.
It used to play a joyful tune when I thought about you,
But now it plays poignant music when I think about you.
You didn't even hear me singing my compositions for you, and it's sad.

You were supposed to be my perfect prose,
But now you're the tragedy of my prose.
I am losing again—I am losing again in this battle where I created.
I am losing again, when will I even win? Just once, only once.

My hands are bleeding while holding my pen.
I am writing you again, with a sad ending.
My papers are showering with my own water as if it is raining.
You were once the melody of my music, but now you're cacophonic.

I am writing you again, with a tragic ending.
My moans in the darkness while waiting for you is a tragic music.
Can I sing a melodic and euphonic song again?
I am writing you now, because you are the teardrops on my paper that I've been wanting to stop.