Was it all a lie?
I cannot tell. I do not know.
He promised he’d stay;
But then I watched him go.

Every flower knows,
The bee will return;
The sun can tell
How the moon yearns;

The shore feels the tide,
It understands the sea;
But these metaphors
Everyone can not see.

I guess I am one who
Knows the heart not his head,
Yet they both lie now
Quite broken in this bed.