The world just keeps on rolling
But I can't stop scrolling
my phone my idol
my husband my candle. 😥
what a wicked world is this
why did nature turn her back
they say all is going to be okay
I say why ,why


like the streams that flows by
you left with no certainty of your return
morning and night,I await your return
but the days seems to have a mind
of it's own.
like a pancake on a pan 😞
they brought you back to me
How cruel can the world be
I thought this is a bed of roses 🌹
but instead you made one for yourself


nature,I ask you again
couldn't you have quenched your
taste with something else. 😟
why strip me off my light



now every night I groan in mourning
never to see you again. 😢
but then life never did predict your return.
but I still hoped it had .

season are gone but you're. 🤧
and still is on my mind

© CYNTHIA