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.