Tomorrow, I will be once again whole,
But today is a bad hair day
Of my soul.

This morning,
I am a mourning sunflower

Willing to burn than
lose my deity’s warmth

If silence speaks louder than words,
Why was I not heard?

the untouched hills,
beauty seeks from behind,
the snow tipped mountains,
and the trees are left so dry,
how captivating the view is today,
something i won't ever miss,
the snow like paint,
and the hills like a canvas.

i didn't get to hide my heart,
before everyone saw it and took advantage of it

you brought me up
                    little
         by
little
then you broke me down
little
          by
                 little