This Sad Bouquet

It took time, took time to develop a concept

A new me

based upon the traits from which I could not flee

It took time, took time to embrace the nature

All my dreams

All this time just turned into a sad long wait



This sad long tale of moments passé

must come to an end before it is too late

Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love

but I never knew it was so hard



It took time, took time to accept the fact

that one must lose

everything except what you do not choose



It's taken time, long time and yet more time

it will take

before my heart is free and brave enough to break



This sad long tale of moments passé

must come to an end before it is too late

Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love

but I never knew it was so hard



This sad bouquet of forget-me-not

that I threw away is growing scars and dots

In this weary heart where there's a bird, so shy

but one of these days that bird will learn to fly