Dear... You, Struggling For A Better Future
You struggling there, to better yourself.
For a better so called life. You believe in yourself.
I believe in you as well.
You choose other people, another love...
Even now, when our heads are in the worrying cloud. Even now…
You say you love someone. Ok.
You don’t want me in your life.
I’m not welcome.
When my time comes. When I won’t be able to look back anymore.
When the last time I see girls you follow, somewhere in Germany on subways. Strange like you.
You just don’t want me. You avoid me. You are happy that you don’t see me during quarantine. You say you have so much to work on. I became a tree for you. And I loved you. Bye.