I'm holding onto nothing
But figments of the past...
It seems when i get close to you
You always back away...
I really wanted to write you a poem
A good one that properly rhymed...
This is to the one i love
This is to the one i hate...
You'll never know
I used to dream about you...
The fresh sprouting bud
Slowly, Softly...
I have my own world
Somewhere only i know...
I have never felt this low
I felt like i was gonna die...
The yellow petals
Falling so softly...
I Trusted you,
Though you never really believed...