Tears drove me to write

About the things I used to love

I wept them with tissues

With your name scribbled on it.

Moments fleeting turning into dusts

Remnants of a tragedy of the past

Scattered to who knows where

By the cold wind's soft whisper.

Tears drove me to sing

Melancholic tears on unrequited love

These notes noone would ever hear

For they were only meant for you dear.