fields of daisies and daffodils dead gone
there are no leaves dancing in the wind
no life breathing underneath
where I come
from
there are no birds on wilted hedges chirping
no neighbours to greet in the morning
there's no one to talk to
there's only you
where I come
from
the waterfalls are weeping no more
magical sceneries at the feet of their core
there's no love left in the air
no one to care
where I come
from
there are no friends coming over
but silence ruling in each corner
and there's nothing new
there's only you
walking among dessicated obituaries
carved on the tombstones of memories
having traces of our Shangri-la in a heart
torn countless times apart
in a heart made of ice cold stone
without any home
where I come
from
there's only you
treasured desolated dementia
blooming amongst the rotten wisteria
and some shattered thoughts here and there
reminiscent of a reality far away
and the pouring rain is in vain
on a dried out terrain
no seeds can grow
as love is lost forever more