All alone again
Sitting on the rooftop,
All alone on a windy afternoon,
I look over the clouds in the sky,
As I see a few larks singing their happy tune.
And I thought that the past was definitely better-
Because even though I couldn't say what I wanted to,
You pretended that you heard me
And that'll always leave me short of clue.
On the terrace and under the sky,
As I see the wild flowers on the lawn-
I think of the our moments together
But now they were all gone.
Then I remember someday you'll find your one,
And leave me questioning-
If that was my place,
Why would you let anyone else be your solace?
But I guess I was being too delusional again,
That I thought of you as mine,
Because you are like that lark in the sky,
Which will disappear as the winter sun starts to shine.
~Astrid Lyrax
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Wilted trees that flower: A poetry collection
PoetryJoin me on a poignant journey through the ebbs and flows of life, where love and heartache entwine. Explore the contrasts that shape us: •Love: a radiant flame that burns bright, even in the darkest moments. •Betrayal: a lingering scar that refuses...
