The cherry trees were in full bloom,
A swath of pink blossoms too early, too soon,
It has only been a week since the snow fell,
And my life changed from heaven into a cold hell,
Why am I lying here staring into that soft pink?
Why do I feel so paralyzed that it’s hard to even think?
Why is it that the things that should be so very right,
Become issues of the heart, wounds and tears in the night?
I cannot close my eyes for I see you now with him,
Remember my rage when I said he couldn’t be your friend?
Of course, you didn’t know that I was suspicious long ago,
And followed you one night as you braved the driving snow,
“Off to take care of my sick sister, her temperature is so high,”
You whispered you loved me and then kissed me goodbye,
Of course, the cherry trees were budding, covering up your lie,
They were promising spring too early, Somehow I could tell,
And your pink lips looking inviting, inviting me to hell,
Did you think my love was too thin, like the ice upon the pond?
Or did his love touch your heart, and fuel your fires to bond?
Did you think I would stand idly by, while you took your time to choose?
I’ve got my pride, I don’t think I’ll wait, even if I lose,
You say you will always love me even though you don’t really “love” me,
He added spice to your life, made your love easy to feel and see,
But should you decide you need stability, just ring my warning bell,
With flowers and sweets I’ll escort you down, to my life in my cold, cold hell.
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