LIFE GOES ON

My Garden Throat

I can't speak,
I can't say the things I wanna say to you.

I can't see,
I can't see the thought of you with someone new.

The words I wanna say to you,
It's somewhat stuck inside my throat.

Then it grew into a flower with no flaws,
Not even a single prick to hurt my soul.

It's just that I'm afraid,
I'm afraid that my love will just turn into hate.

To the point of saying the words that'll hurt my throat,
That will make the flowers inside of me rot.

I'll take my time to let it grow,
My words, so I can't say something I'll regret the most.

For now, let me just just stay quiet and low,
Looking at you is already a heal to my soul.