Reality?

The trees, they whistle quietly,
The grass just sways to their song.
The rosebush has grown cherries,
But nothing is as sweet without you.

A million words couldn't say a thing,
There's nothing left to say.
The moonlight dances on the lake,
The starry sky, reflected every day.

The words don't rhyme anymore,
They lost their willingness to listen to my mind.
My heart is in charge now,
But the pain just won't stop soaring.

But the dreaded sun,
That rises out of the dark night,
Just burns the wound that will not heal,
By draining all the light.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?

What must I do, what must I say?
That there's nothing left to love for?
Is everything just empty?
Nothing behind the open doors anymore?

Was it something I did or said
Is there something wrong with me?
Then why did the trees kill their song?
Why is the grass so still?

Where's the moon that lights my night
Why has the lake turned black?
The blue sky has no tinge of yellow
My golden bird pulled back.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?


I know why,
It's coming back.

You don't love me... and never will...