The Fall

Why does every flower seem to bloom.
But when it comes to me, it's already too soon.
I think that it'll be too late
And the dying petals will float into the murky waters
And down, down, down they'll go
Until they reach the feelings I can't recreate
And so they drown in jealousy
Of the things they can never be.

But my arms were never taught how to hold
My lips never shown how to kiss
My tongue in burning anguish, it only scolds
And what I never can have, I miss.

The stem will one day falter
And then all hope will be lost
As with dying grace the leaves they turn
With indifference into frost.

My hands they roam for solace never still
My eyes flicker with despair
Open yet unseeing until
I can feel the emptiness in the air.

The seeds once scattered in the wind
Are now a wasted breath
Taken and then so quickly thinned
Like the blanket of ignorant death.

My feet they stand on broken ground
My legs are tired of the wait
Always lost but too far to be found
Forgotten in the folds of fate

I could pull away at eternity
But it would not change a thing
Only the tears will be there for me
And in desperation I must cling

Myself I wish would shatter
And I wish I was no more
Because nothing really matters
When it's all never happened
Before.