A bouqet of lies is on my doorstep and a card of appologies. When all i can think of is how i wished for your sympathy.When the roses and the violets only remind me of your fake pity. Flowers in a vase of tears and the card in the fire place is now ashes. Everything used to be so clear now its just a canvass with blotchy splashes. The ticking of the clock keeps going. I waited for you so long now. Thanks for never showing. I wish i was never so kind because I only realize now, that love is just a state of mind.
