The Lilies

I refused to ponder the lilies,
Their death was not of my concern,
I fake a smile as they fade away,
And I let my heart burn.

My own tortured soul,
Won't let me think on them,
It'll break my heart wide open,
And force me to feel again.

I don't dream like I used to,
My thoughts only fade to black,
So I pretend to be a better person,
While I bite my own back.

I don't think about the lilies dying,
Because I don't want to appear weak,
I pretend to be bold and daring,
To hide my soul which is meek.

So I let feelings go from me,
As time passes slowly by,
To keep my mind away from the thought,
That the ones I love will also die.