There are some things
I can't control...
I always knock at your door
But you don't call...
I always smell a different cologne
On your bed...
I always bring you your favourite
Flowers..
But..
No word of mine makes sense
To you..
All zero!
I hate it when you cry..
But you lied!
Something died within me.
Your tears are just salty drops
To me...
I thought you would make me proud
But you broke down the crown..
Thank you for the map..
Your heart is everywhere.
Why would I look for something
That is common?

Buven ThePoet