Frozen bud

I stand up in pride
Walk in frustration
and wander in bitterness.

I hold a stick and blow away
the minty smoke from my mouth.
The sky is pretty fair, sunny and hot
But my heart is cold and whithering

Then you came along
with an unsure grin that left me
a minute of doubt.

But my decision is settled
And I don't want to be your
friend anymore.

I'm tired and I can't give you
another breath of honesty
nor a touch of my utmost sincerity



...I just don't know you anymore.




And do you mind?