Hello.
Thanks for coming. But I encourage you to leave. As of now.
Oh no, this calls for reverse psychology. Alright, stay.
Ridiculous. As if I can dictate your choice by the mere two lines above. As always, the power to make any change is never in my hands.
The song that's playing is titled 'STAR'. Close your eyes, and let the melody carry you away. Like how it did to me.
Grey was my sky. Why are stars so hidden? Where have they gone? Have they decided to desert my sky and colour others'?
Come back, please, those butterflies in my garden of wishes.
I'm sorry loyalty got me this far. Since young I was taught that loyalty is a virtue I have to hold til the day I slumber and never to wake again. I'm sorry for being loyal to one and ignite flame in another. I'm sorry for keeping my promises. I'm sorry for being me.
So it came, finally. Words need not be spilled, but the message is clear. Call in animal instincts, but impending danger can always be sensed. Similarly, it doesn't take a genius to sense the change in attitude. How I wish I was really at fault. At least I deserve all that.
So much time spent on the garden, and the flowers are gone now simply because you see not where I was coming from. Just because I did not spill the truth you went uprooting every plant you see in the garden. I succumb to the fact. So the trust forged was so fragile. And I was always under the impression it was a London Bridge between us.
"London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down..."
Somehow now I can understand that folk song a lot better now.
But discouraging indeed.
I'm tired. I will just stay put and not do anything till you learn to grow up.
Meanwhile I'll treat the wound you inflicted with words of dagger of yours.
