“When the flowers wither away”

I haven’t forgotten about you

Even when the flowers withered away,

My feelings for you had disappeared,

Because society had interfered,

Like the moon

I am dark and no longer who I am,

I no longer Give a damn;

~

I tried to forget for you were my first love

It was truly hard,

For you had left a scar,

I no longer choose to believe in love,

For I am not loved;

~

Maybe in the near future

I’d be blinded by love again,

but when?

I want to make sure

When that happens I prepare a defense,

So nothing gets intense;