youthfoutain

met you
One summer night
On a Sunday
The sky was clear
The color was pink
The breeze was cool
And I was calm

You handed me a flower
A flower of death
From that flower
I never seen you again

You gave me a flower of curse
A flower to be search
A flower
I cry
for years

You must be evil
You haunted all my nights
You stole all my tears

I’ve been waiting
Waiting by the clock
Praying to see your face
But nowhere could you be found
I’m broken and lost
Without you by my side