broken leaves.

i was once your leaf and u was my flower.
You,
I,
We,
Us was once one.
metaphorically, we . ,
combined our love and created a bee hive on your flower which sooner or later became ours.
I loved you
and you loved me but as time keeps coming between us your lovely greeting to me is becoming our ending
im holding on, on your thin string
without you transporting you thoughts in my ears, telling me what you think about us cause we
will lose each other
tear drops will remain with me every night as it already does because YOU
changed... or was it me.
maybe we,
aren't meant to be friends, or anything more.
simple because us together
is ... becoming nothing.