When you were a bud, I knew you’ll leave me with a sad song in the end. So, I wanted to stay away as much as possible.
As I have been previously left with. Experiences teach man.
When you were a flower, I changed. I thought I’ll wrote a love song for you. I got addicted.
I should have trusted my intiutions. I could never write a happy one for you.
And see, when the flower is about to fall off, I’m writing a sad one for you. And its so easy to write a sad one.
All I have to do is make my pen bleed. Make it bleed the way my heart bleeds. Its poetic, I Know. I’m a poet. You know.