Ever green, Never To Be.

Where old trees bow the knee, and,
the city is no longer in need
Then i will come back to the past, and,
join back our clasp that never even had a right to last

Pages filled line after line after lie
on that night i reminisced and cried, and,
grudged and shoved those feelings
back into the vacant parts of my mind

Why does every tear I taste upon rolling off my cheek
taste like a beautiful bittersweet cry

Im glad yet Im sad, but,
the blood on my hands
tell me this has always been my fault

These Whispers bring me mental blisters
twisting sinister thoughts into something
more deadly

An Apology?
O Honey please,
Your head is somewhere high above the clouds
could you come back and realize
your eyes were closed the entire time
and your were blind
                so blind...
Back to the knees
I've begged for way too long
Now I take my leave
Now I am free.