clouded night #2


    i no longer
    feel the warmth
    you once kissed
    on my shoulder.

                                each morning
                                seems to be colder;
                                each eventide
                                i get weaker.

     you no longer
     excite these butterflies
     in my beings;
     they now found their demise.

                      you, who were once fond
                      of my paradise-like garden,
                      drowned me of your pouring rain
                      and left me in disdain.

      i, who think of ever been loved
      by your enticing eyes,
      was never been appreciated—
      for i was just this wildflower
      who cannot bloom flagrance.