"I hear nothing of you anymore
Not your laugh
Not your smile
Not your aura
It's as if you've done a complete makeover
Having everyone stay in your world
Excluding me
Ignored
A distant past
Invisible
I should've expected it though
You sold yourself to the stars
Not wanting to stay on your feet
Like being a drunken show at a bar
Once, you were an olive tree
Unusual but was once beautiful
Now, the branches are sulking
And the leaves changed its colors
Whatever happened?
I knew you were struggling
But I expected a peaceful truce
How naive of me"
~ yours truly,
Esmeray