The Longing Poem by Blue Pink

Empty and void in a dusk room,
As her blood ceased running its veins.
Every space filled with pretensions,
Unhappy and guilty to presence.
What's the need of brooding,
If it stirs vague sorrows?
Or dwelling to imaginations,
Whilst it only brings afflictions?

But a sight - that brims emptiness,
It fills her heart with blood.
It warms her algid soul.
Like the flowers blossom in fall,
and a sunshine at midnight dawn.
Should no one stood to say her love is wrong,
She wished to see you once,
before her last song.