Talking to a rock
Mourning dew saturates your stone,
silhouetted memories buried within me.
Birds try to sing harmonic psalms,
but only silent scores reach our ears.
It’s difficult to say the right words now,
when it was easy to say the wrong ones.
here I am,
Talking to a rock.
Shows how desperate I am to talk to you,
when I never let you say your piece.
You’re probably telling me to smile,
It’s not what I want!
I want you to blame me.
How I could’ve been better!
Always lying and
why you left me—
I know this doesn’t make sense,
even I struggle to comprehend it.
I only hope is that you think about me
as much as I think about you.