fallen

Trust completely till, lone gardenia
withers and fades a pale yellow,
fleeting memorys of angst, loneliness, naivety
crack of dawn, so it raining outside
what does it matter, wallow and be misery
confused, angry, sad, forgotton
till i lose sight of the ground
nothing but the rain
beating hard against your beautiful face
lost in the yellowed light of that street corner
pathetic huh?
but that hat i'm feeling now
kinda numb, kinda blessed
tired and really crying inside
because its as if everyone doesn't understand
but they do, smiling
its late morning
and all i think about
what to wear?, is far far away
do i stop, no it cuts too deep
so who is right? do i care?
cos if i did.. i lose my trust...