Turn around
Walk away
Leave me as I am
Keep marching on
You'll eventually reach a place far away
Far from all my chatters that seems to be nothing but a nuisance
So now you're gone
And I'm tearing myself up
These tears are probably too precious to be poured
But maybe, one last time
I could cry for you
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
