Why do I even bother??
Why do I even care??
The calls won't ever come;
the devotion was never there.
The slight hopes of tomorrow,
the silen screams of joy,
those things that never bothered
do nothing but annoy.
My blue skies are clouding,
the gardens turn to dust;
the rose petals alluring
into the deep pit of lust.
How can you lust after
the reddest passion a rose bears
when repsonses never come
and the devotion is not there??
Author notes
*D*on't you see me stare
*A* constant need to be by you
*V*erify that I'm alive
*Y*eild not at the door you drew
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