Thinking

I pick up the dying flowers,
And whisper your name,
I sit here for hours,
Thinking the same.

My sleep, which was restless,
My dream woke me up,
My pain is so endless,
Filling the cup.

This heart has been taken,
Now crushed in your grip,
I’m now not mistaken
That you’ve let it rip.

My buckets of crying,
My echoes of screams,
Because you were lying,
Well so it seems.

I saw you two smiling,
That over-friendly kiss,
You found it surprising
That I’d even think like this.

But now that you know,
That she felt the same,
You let my rope go,
And pulled in her reigns…

So now I’m here standing,
Another petal falls,
Now I’m here demanding
for your loving calls.

Your calls in the wind,
And those kept me sane,
But now I begin
thinking again.