Your smile, my life ; our friendship
Our blooming flower, now wilting
The petals crushed, the blue faded
The stem crumpled in your hand; unheeded

Storms raging from Earth to desire
The stinging tears, searing in the fire
My knuckles scraped, carved to the bone
By your stones of schism - I'm bleeding, alone

Can you hear my cries, the streaks so evident?
Or do you heed to your consorts, the ones so familiar?
Stop, listen, Bear your reason
Look me in the eyes, retrieve your innocence

Will you drift in the ship, of no return
Or forge our reap; the pieces of our beacon
Where the flowers blossom, in gallant array
Where you had let the petals slip away?


A/N : Inspired by friends who don't give a fuck.