Flowers are falling from the sky,
regrets are dead, pain is oblivion.
I am living a lie.
Love is falling from my eyes,
Hope is dead, happiness is oblivion.
Gradually the truth dies.
Flowers started suffocating me,
Guilt creeps in, memories start doing their job.
Pain killers are addictive, Started hating me.
Caterpillars envy butterflies,
Depression gives up, dream tries.
No need to move on instantly though, you can take a sigh.
Tinehyd70 