"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," I said
"I tried to"
She just smiled, showing all her melancholy
the last leaves falling from her dying canopy
I don't know if she forgave me
I don't understand her
But you didn't try to
In the end, like everything else, she died
because of the things that you didn't do
The things that I tried to tell you
Now, the aftermath is unfolding
and you still can't see it
all your eyes are closed
These words are not fantasy
They are our reality
The thing you choose to not see
deafening silence from one corner
silent screams from another
I knew then that I would regret my silence
not my words
so I begged you to change
I tried to push your silence inside
but it just overflowed from the sides
Now I know
I know you won't change
I know
I know
but I hope you won't stay the same
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aalawrites
This is so melancholy and beautiful!