The last time I texted him,
the flowers were growing,
I'm still waiting for his reply,
and now it started snowing,
I won't give up,
I still have faith,
but even the strongest leaves fall
when they're made to wait.
I'm on my knees hoping he'll come back,
knowing **** well it's not meant to be,
but I'm not ready to raise the white flag yet.
Some would say it's love,
others say it's ignorance,
but it's none of the above,
it's a despair of limerence,
a lie in my head,
a fantasy of what could have been said.
