What happened to our love!
I see it hovering
around
brushing past us
and hiding between the crevices
of our assumptions
Or, sometimes, breathing hard
under the piles of indifference
Yet sometimes, caught miserably
between our egos
stung by our words,
hurt!
brushing past us
and hiding between the crevices
of our assumptions
Or, sometimes, breathing hard
under the piles of indifference
Yet sometimes, caught miserably
between our egos
stung by our words,
hurt!
our language failed us
I didn't understand yours
you misunderstood mine
Our words got us here
in the abyss of silence-
deep, dark and hopeless
Is it spring already!?
you expect me to pick flowers
All I see is weathered leaves!
Autumn sings woefully
in the recesses of
my poor heart
you expect me to pick flowers
All I see is weathered leaves!
Autumn sings woefully
in the recesses of
my poor heart
