You waited for the season
when all the flowers bloom
All for hoping that what was dead be revived; that what was lost be found
Yet to no avail
Spring came and pretty sure spring would go; but no matter how much you watered and no matter how much you cared, all you hoped and prayed for would remain dead
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
You waited for the season
when all the flowers bloom
All for hoping that what was dead be revived; that what was lost be found
Yet to no avail
Spring came and pretty sure spring would go; but no matter how much you watered and no matter how much you cared, all you hoped and prayed for would remain dead