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The Forgotten Flower
My tears have frozen
For your heart has spoken
Of what I’ve always feared
Of what always drew near
Your feelings blank
My blanket dank
How much I suffer
You’re with another
Pretending to be freed
Form my jealousy or greed
But you very well know
You were the first to let go
Of our so called connection
Of our memory collection
That took the form of a rose
But is now withered, I suppose
For you now have a carnation
That provides more elation
Because it has softer petals
Watered by the best kettle
Germinating in beauty and love
Sprinkled by the sun above
That gives so much life
But from it I died
It underfed my roots
Deprived me from food
And so I couldn’t grow
And so I had to go
I die a lonely death
I breathe a lazy breath
I have no intent to live
I gave all I had to give
And it was taken away
In a second of a day
That marks the history
Why? It’s a mystery
That I’ll never unravel
That will always travel
With me wherever I am
From the nearest land
To the depths of a lagoon
To the orbital white moon
While I wait for dusk to end
So to sleep with my friends
The luminescent moonlight
The loneliness of the night
That wraps me in its sheet
Of black from my head to my feet
Accompanying while I await
My inevitable and destined fate
Contemplating in my last hour
Only me the forgotten flower
