Gone...
It was just a word
Gone, it was just a word with no explanation
Gone, that can't be true
Time...
It was just an illusion
Time, it was just a way to occupy ourselves until it ends
Time, that can't be what I've lost
Love, such a stupid word, yet I fell for it
And love has me laying in a bed of white flowers
Tears...
Tears, they are just a sign of weakness
Tears, they burn through your skin and remind you of your pain
Tears, that can't be what I've shed
Eyes...
Eyes, they are just excuses for words
Eyes, they can make and break your heart without a sound
Eyes, that can't be what I've lost him in
Life, that can't be what he's wasted, yet I know it is, And life has me lying, dead,
In a bed of white flowers
YOU ARE READING
White Flowers
PoetryThis is a "book" containing all of my feelings. For that's what poems are~
