April

Is it worth to endure?

Love is, even when not pure.

The secret of who we once were.

We carry through our lives, now obscure.

If I only didn't leave through that hotel door.

But a coward doesn't stay, when he knows it could be so much more.

And I know I will never see you again, and in April when the winter fade begins.

The joy of a spring day will forever be lost to me.

As I lost you that day, as your flower came to life in the sun.

And lied, that we were meant to be.