We slowly drift apart.
after being together,
loving with all our hearts.
she thought they could stand
through any harsh weather.
betrayal.
caught in the act.
refusal.
never wanting to look back.
a blossoming flower,
for the happy lovers.
a wilting flower,
for the one who\'s true feelings
are under the covers.
the feeling of loneliness is masked
by a false fog of happiness clouding her face.
alone.
all her tears silently drip, and suddenly flood into a cask
for every tear, was a feeling of disgrace.
a salty wet tear slips,
and she gets a taste of sorrow
wondering as she calmly sips
what the world will be like tomorrow.
