seasons, and more seasons end
still nothing changed.
nothing grew between us.
you were still with him,
and i couldn't do anything.
we would always hang out as usual,
but somehow, i'm getting bored of the same scenarios.
you, on the bright side, with a garden of flowers with the sunlight seeping through,
me, under the shade of the same tree, taking a glimpse from time to time, afar from where you are.
the void is getting lonelier than it already is.
