The last leave

Last Leave.

Shards of broken dreams
Prick my inner parts each time
I enter my heart for a response.
What's more, no further do I want to go in…
Was it every one of the an untruth?
A messed up grin
My eyes so red I can't look any further in.
Be that as it may, However You were a groove -
I could consume my time on earth in.
It stands injured.

Furthermore, that red injury uncovered..
The downpour streams down,
Washing away what survives from it's magnificence;
Caressing..pricking, here and there entering it in!
Indeed, I hear that orchestra!
Indeed, I know it and then some..
However, words..fail me!
There's a curve maybe,
Close to the following corner.
Also, the equivalent maybe, the last You request from me..
The last piece of us-The last leave.