The flowers fall like shrivelled tissues,
Reflection of people dealing with issues.
They would talk but would never pry,
For they do not want someone to cry.

The birds would sing a sweet melody,
A tune which served as a sweet remedy.
Hearts so pure were so easy to please,
Always at rest and always at ease.

The city came to life as it became night,
For town was filled with bright light.
Lively the community had to be,
It was early and he could still see.

Energy could not mask his deceit,
As she fell onto her cold feet.
Something unnatural in his gaze,
Had clouded her judgement to a haze.

They never talked about how they felt,
Fear that their happiness would melt.
He was bottling his emotions inside,
As he failed to have himself confide.

Like shrivelled tissues his heart turned,
On and on the raging fire burned.
It was like there'd never be an end,
But it will end in the hands of a friend.