The color fades from your glory.
But still…we don’t see the story.
We close our eyes to what we hear.
This isn’t real, there is nothing to fear.
We tell ourselves that words are just words,
and continue to pretend that nothing’s absurd.
But when someone talks, they say what they are.
Nothing’s untrue and character’s ajar.
Yet, we still believe what we want is fine.
Even though it’s crossing the line.
But the petals are withered,
And the scent is gone.
And later we will ask…
What went wrong?