Early Decay

Alone in my room 
Shadows in place 
Tears running down 
my pale, white face.

I miss him desperately. 
Why can't he hear? 
The poems I read 
fell on deaf ears.

Alone in my room 
The breaking of dawn 
Emptiness consumes me 
for my soul is gone.

I love him emphatically. 
Why can't he see? 
The sweet adoration 
from a translucent me.

Alone in my room 
Night turns into day 
Hollowed by love 
to an early decay(tooth was paining too much in exam time)..............