"In the shadows of her words, he wonders if it's true,
Does she love him, or is it just a ruse?
The goofy boy with a heart so bright,
Drowned in her expectations, lost in the night.
Belittled and bruised, he's walked alone,
Through thick and thin, no hand to call his own.
The thunderclaps of his heart, a heavy toll,
A soul coloured Oleander, with love turned cold.
In the silence, he whispers his plea,
'Oleander love, where are you? Can't you see?
I'm searching for solace, a love that's real,
Not just a mirage, a heart that can feel.'
