Why does it have to be this Way?

Why does it have to be this way?

Autumn leaves and the shades of grey.

My heart doesn’t have a break,

It crashes and falls into a lake.

But why do we care?

It has stopped beating long ago,

Just a toy to play with.

Why does it always have to be this way?

Like a cigar and an ashtray.

Looking for the latter

While holding the former.

Why can’t we change?

 

I hate when unspoken words remain unspoken.

 

 

 

 

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