Yesterday
I've grown apart
I've grown apart
from my heart
the solid bridge
once connecting us
turned into something
fragile and breakable
I can't hear
it's words nomore
I can't feel
it's pain nomore
Maybe...
no, I don't know
I'm looking for a cause
why nothing moves my heart
anymore
is it happyness
that keeps me sane
and turns me
to a shallow person
questions rose
but answers wouldn't
pushing me to poetry
but now I'm out of question
there seems no need for answers
nothing's pushing me
but one question
why is nothing pushing me