A long time ago, we were on fire,
Even if our situation was a little dire.
Our love grew like a flower never dying,
And our sweet nothings were never lying.
Yet a flower can catch a flame
And the truth can bring shame.
Perhaps things that never die
Just wait in agony hoping to fly
But hope can be misleading
And the signs we were never reading
Led a separation of our deepest desires
Which turned even the truths into many liars.
Flowers that never die just need hope
But hope does not allow something to cope
And only hides the fact that we all want something
And we don't have it, and we feel nothing
But that struggle, that agony is always there
While it cries at night, "Life is not fair."
Yet it can be if someone would truly care
And in this misery, our pains they may share
But that love and loyalty is incredibly rare.