Disturbance

41 0 0
                                    

When did we stop becoming frank;

no longer being able to understand each other

Our slowly changing attitudes is too cold, unable to grasp;

As we gradually become tired and cold (to each other)

I hate the powerless me even more

You, no longer able to look straight into my eyes

You, no longer try to read my thoughts

You, no longer try to understand my sadness

Is it because we’ve exchanged too little “I Love you”s

I was clueless initially, thought it was because I was too busy

Your gradually cold attitudes during our contacts and meetings

I thought that if I waited, you would come back (to me), I should have understood you

But you drifted even further away

I stood rooted at the ground, your figure slowly disappears

The road I no longer can trace back

So, please come find me, save me quickly

The day I have packed up my troubles and

There was really only me who is crying like a fool

I thought, this should be the end, I can’t remember anything

The real you.

First LoveWhere stories live. Discover now