Greenery on each side but where's my flower ?
The hands on flower , visits my mind every hour .
Sipping coffee but my heart still sleeps.
Even death can't find me i have drowned so deep.
Look at those pictures ! that smile is nostalgic ..
How's this game of life played ? tell me the trick.
A wounded soul was left without even saying "Bye"
Then people say "Oh boys don't cry"..


© T.T