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!