Hydrangea

 



-Can't this all be a dream I'm seeing? Why can't things go back again?

Things weren't as much crappy! And... You were so much happy then. 


-I know how you feel, it's aching, but I've nothing to say than I'm sorry.

That happiness is now a facade,The person you want is a memory.

Erase it if you can I beg, It'll bring you all but sorrow,

If time asks for change, no choice , 

would you still be you tomorrow? 


-I know Time is but absolute, and the changes it sets are too,

But isn't changing through it all alone is really selfish of you?

We are all imperfect, that was  the base what made our bond of,

But wasn't growing and accepting it is what we should've been fond of?

Erasing isn't easy, you know that you gave my life a purpose

Do you want me to be a human with no core, living off on the surface?

Let's not go back, but change together, being 'Us' would be much handier,

With the deepest and truest as we could grow and change, please accept my hydrangea. 


-What good can await? 

What good can you do with a bunch of dead hydrangea?

Inconsideration of me and my choices makes me nothing but a little angrier.

The heart would flutter, butters and jellys, felt like happiness would loom,

Chances you wasted and broke down the glass, with your marches of impending doom.

Whats left? No joy, no grief to spare, you're carrying the emptiest dreams,

"Deepest and truest" is fairy tale, phony. Life is not remotely as what it seems.

What's gone is gone, its set, it's done, please take back your hydrangea,

I don't exist anymore! I'm sorry it's true,

So a gifted chrysanthemum would be much fancier..

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