A smile within, a purring cat
and beside all that -
a shiver of something-not-quite-like-LOVE.
Is that laughter I see,
hidden in a cherry tree?
The blossoms have died,
the fruitiness dried,
but now here is Spring
even with leaves falling.
Can I trust this season?
Summer has passed.
Yet something's surpassed
even my delicate hope.
I know I can cope,
with disappointment-again-fucking-hell.
But will it end well,
this time?
Will it last?
The way it never did in the past?
Or am I getting screwed again?
and beside all that -
a shiver of something-not-quite-like-LOVE.
Is that laughter I see,
hidden in a cherry tree?
The blossoms have died,
the fruitiness dried,
but now here is Spring
even with leaves falling.
Can I trust this season?
Summer has passed.
Yet something's surpassed
even my delicate hope.
I know I can cope,
with disappointment-again-fucking-hell.
But will it end well,
this time?
Will it last?
The way it never did in the past?
Or am I getting screwed again?
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