warm it please? no. okay.

There's this unsettle feeling
swarming inside, outside
but as she could recall
no waves had hit the beach, yet..
the cloud passing slowly, steadily
the flower, bloom shyly
it's normal
it's the usual everyday.

but then.. oh.. got it.
the 'joy' of cold-shoulder.
oh ho.

oh, why cant u warm it? just a bit. oh why.
but well, gotta respect your choice, your life.
gotta accept that.
okay.