Afraid of drowning, you polluted my waters
in hopes of dampening my devine super powers

sometimes
i wish you were the poet
because sometimes
i just want to be the poem

I'm alone.
Nowhere to roam.
Always on zoom,
Hidden in my room.
Waiting for flowers to bloom,
Waiting for my doom.

Sitting at home
Expected to succeed
Watching our world burn at our feet
Fire lit by generations before
Powerless to turn the tide
Most of us would rather die

You are even here yet
But the effects are already here
The broken crown slowly coming to
A King of Broken Hearts no more
The love of a child fixing and mending
A heart so use to hurt but no more
The love you bring is revealing what could of been all along
No Queen no soulmate no one else to heal
Only the heart of Charlotte Rose was needed

I am the spring, gentle and kind.
I am the summer, outgoing and enthusiastic.
I am the autumn, dreamy and sweet.
I am the winter, shy and quiet.

I spread my flowers through the wind.
I give everybody a good time.
I help everyone come together.
I provide endless cuddle opportunities.

I am warmth.
I am light.
I am love.
I am togetherness.

I am not the seasons.
I am the flower.

Blooming in spring.
Flourishing in summer.
Wilting in autumn.
Dying in winter.