Whistles of the wind that were never heard Along the Southern Vale of happiness absurd Out in the shadows of light amassed I find you, the one whom my heart has passed Caught your eyes while trying to walk by Smiled your little signature smiles that caught my eye Across the falling tragedy of heartbreak and misery Lies emitted by the newfound love of illusions and fantasy Such happened as I smiled back at you Who knows where this will add up to? Riding with the flow of life, treacherous rivers I scale A new, budding love watched by the trees in Southern Vale
Under a new blood of prayer and wishes We stayed together against all absolute cinches What could I give except that unwavering faith In love, in time, in all aspects swayed The seasons change, the sun is setting again What more could I offer except that love mistaken? We lie, we deceive, we fall into our own trap Under an old spell of failed love, we suddenly drop What more could I leave except that fateful stop That helpless plea to leave things until the last crop The lost affection is caught by the roaring hail And watching all these are the trees in Southern Vale
The trees, though how wise they are Turned their backs and left us to fend for our scar No matter how they watched us meet and be merry They stood still despite the knowledge they carry The trees, though how old they be They know exactly when love is nothing but misery Yet, they stood still, faced the other sky Left us to worry about not knowing the reasons why Until then, we knew nothing about being helpless Up to now, all we know was nothing, nonetheless And the orchard, the path where we met Oh, just how the trees in Southern Value could forget?
It is a wish that caught our souls One tiny, flickering light against the darkest of brawls We should have taken it when we had the chance Instead, we trusted the trees until our moment expires What a fancy delirium our love could be Under the glare of leaves, our hope snapped free Broken, irreplaceable, precious little gems are we Buried beneath mountains of glass we'll never see The trees, though how sympathetic they've become Blessed our parting, blessed our love already gone It is painful, indeed, watching our love turn stale Witness through it all are the trees in Southern Vale
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Parting is such sweet sorrow if you both know the reason why— unlike our narrator here. They seem to be blaming that mystical force such as the Trees for their falling out with their lover and even now, I don't know what those trees represent. Maybe it could have been something ancient and has authority like parents or something. I don't know.
And that Southern Vale name. I don't know where I got it. Lol.
This was written on November 27, 2017, almost three years from the time I published this thing into Wattpad. How fast time flies, no?
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