UNTITLED

My sleepy petals were hold back from sleeping by this feeling. A felling of insecure and fear inside my heart. I am a flower which is too young to bloom, yet to understand. But my stem was weakened and the scenery of vivid sunset scares me.

I knew deep inside what is expected from me, but I did not step on that direction. Well, the deadline is still far away in the sky thou...

This is my daily routine, waiting for the sun to rise, and when it does, I wait again for it to set. A boring life you may say. But I see love between young hearts that comes to my hill. And they inspire me. They inspire me to imagine. Imagine being them. Sharing love and affections.

Than comes this can who is left beside me. I never expect him to accompany me through my waitings for sunrise and sunset, but he happens to be there.

As time goes by, and me unaware of my heart, he becomes special. He, who comes unexpectedly.

He did nothing but be there with me, not even for me. Nothing more. But beyond that, he makes me admit his love pulse. It is the thing that makes my sunset and sunrise warmer.

For the can, my petals are toiled, covering it from rain so id doesn't have to rust too much. And my leaves are weary to hold him close when the wind comes.

I know I may not do it. But I'm afraid I'll enjoy the sun alone again.

I am a flower, who blooms too soon and got weary too early. I am a flower who is afraid to be alone, that I sacrifice myself not to be alone.

But a flower like me should go on.

Thank you for your love can, but I have to let you go.