Lilac Tree
And so I am sitting, and so I am sitting under this tree.
I'm not waiting for anything,
I do not count on anything.
And so I think and think about my unfortunate fate.
Why am I alone on this earth?
It someone already said...
'that love haunts everyone ...
But it missed me somehow though.
Should I hate myself?
Should I give my body away in need?
I have so many questions
and so many questions not asked yet.
And so many unspoken ones yet.
The truth is, I'm gone.
I am just an echo that sings.
About love and the lilac tree.
Which grows and grows...
for lovers and their sweet myths.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Lilac Tree
And so I am sitting, and so I am sitting under this tree.
I'm not waiting for anything,
I do not count on anything.
And so I think and think about my unfortunate fate.
Why am I alone on this earth?
It someone already said...
'that love haunts everyone ...
But it missed me somehow though.
Should I hate myself?
Should I give my body away in need?
I have so many questions
and so many questions not asked yet.
And so many unspoken ones yet.
The truth is, I'm gone.
I am just an echo that sings.
About love and the lilac tree.
Which grows and grows...
for lovers and their sweet myths.
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