my presence isn’t felt
at my sight, you no more melt
I feel that I’m colorless
my fragrance has faded
my looks feel jaded
I feel that I’m hopeless
my voice doesn’t ring in your ears
my eyes no more shed any tears
I feel that I’m lifeless
should I struggle hard to get noticed?
do you intend to inject some life in me?
would I continue to wither slowly?
do you intend to let go and let it be?