A poem
Today I saw a flower, a kind of yellow one. I dont know what its called in Eng, and I’d rather not know for the rest of my life. Coz I already had a name for it, an image of it in my mind: ‘the yellow flower’. :)
My emotion flowed so… strong that I burst out into these words. Yes, I made a poem for it, for what I was prevented from expressing out loud.
The yellow flower
is blooming.
In the shade,
He said : “I love you”.
She smiled back: “I know”,
with a surge of happiness
blinking in her eyes.
The yellow flower
He put one in her hair,
Held her and kissed her.
That sweet scent
seemed like forever,
for him, for everyone…
a little for her.
The yellow flower
is blown away
He said : “Sorry, I don’t love you
like I did yesterday”.
With a surge of sadness
blinking through tears,
she still smiled back : “I know”.
The yellow flower
It’s blooming again
It’s blown again
The love once known:
it bloomed,
then it’s blown away
like the frail petals.
But that color in her hair,
it will never change.
To Father: Sorry, I don’t love you…
To him - my friend: Sorry, I don’t love you…
To him – my little crush: Sorry, I don’t love you…
… like I used to do once a time.:)
Because, from the very beginning, I know,
Someday, sooner or later,
You’ll hurt me
And I’ll have to let go.:)
Yes, im sad, yet I still laugh.
.. laugh as usual :p.
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