Disclaimer: I don't own BBC Sherlock or anything, nothing is mine. Nothing. No, not even that. Only this poem which came from my own head.
His Words Unspoken
So the end has passed,
But nothing has finished.
I stand here alone
Two words etched in stone
Grass grows beneath my feet
My heart beats in my chest
Sometimes I wish it was yours
Sometimes I wish it had been me
Jumping from that ledge
But I have to be strong and live on
Because you didn't have that choice
One more thing
One more miracle
Because this is all I have
For me
Don't be dead
Thank you for taking the time to read! This is just a little something that was bothering me so i decided to put it down and then used it to kick off my new account. More is soon to come, reviews and everything extremely appreciated. Hope you guys handled the feels. Byez!
