It's all words
never were they actioned
never had been and never will be.
For once I mentioned about the rose,
that withered
that died
I tried watering it foolishly
with hopes of having another chance
just one more chance.
I gave up,
while the dry petals floated sarcastically in the vase
while the water reached the brim
while the weak thorns laughed at me
I gave up.
For every words were lies to you
every motives wrong
every actions wrong
every breaths wrong.
How far am I to wander to prove what this broken heart felt while it was whole
how many sins do I embrace to draw myself away
of every haunting memories
of beautiful memories
of you
and of you giving up.
-J. Yogi
