I am in a place called love
Flowers are slowly dying all around me,
they fall, just like my tears
But i dont care
there is a fog infront of me
through it i see a blury image of you
smiling and laughing with your loved ones.
My hand reaches for you
Hoping that your brown eyes
would find mine
But i know deep in my tattered heart
that you dont even care.
I close my eyes as
another flower falls.