when time passed
i thought about
the cruel lilies, that turned
against the bane of tomorrow
"can you sing for me again?" but you know that— the world already ended
a long time ago; when flowers were still pretty
and water was refreshing
lilacs and dandelions like snow
fell in memory and dispersed
until death had no meaning,
and you perhaps, were everything
and though, there is no one to sing to anymore,
i ponder, at the end of the world,
running with little thoughts past my window
semi-romantic girls don't like rhymes,
so i gave up on the irony, left
behind the kitchen stove
