The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

as much as i want to let go of the past i cant
as much as i want to forgive what people did to me i cant
as much as i want to live through the day instead of just barely breathing i cant

You changed me.
I was a wallflower.
You pulled me off the wall,
And watched me bloom.

I am now something beautiful,
And it's all thanks to you.