Wingless, Because Of You Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

When I write you, I mostly dream.
I do not live, like others do.

Ah! My dear November
how many dreams of mine
are wingless because of you,
I can't even count that far.

Months ago,
you wanted me to love you
and I did.
Now you've changed,
and you don't want me to love you,
but I can't do that anymore.

Why do you belive that I'm like a flower
that you can throw when it whiters,
when it's in your heart, the love that whitered?