blood pump through you veins,
only to spill from your wrist.
the cold air fill your lungs,
only to be pushed out again.
The water from your eyes,
only to dry again.
The words from your mouth,
only to be ignored by the one they're meant for.
The snow to fall,
only for it to get warm again.
The flowers to bloom,
only to die again.
your hopes go up for him,
only to be let down again