The sunrise
Promise of a new day is a blessing I don't deserve
The autumn
Chance to change it brings is a gift I won't accept
Thoughts of beauty make me resent myself
Pulled me up a thousand times yet I still dig yet another hole to crawl back into
Dormancy making heart itch with restlessness
Living life in a frightened state of inactivity
Leaving pain somewhere I won't find it again but somehow it always makes its way back home
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
The sunrise
Promise of a new day is a blessing I don't deserve
The autumn
Chance to change it brings is a gift I won't accept
Thoughts of beauty make me resent myself
Pulled me up a thousand times yet I still dig yet another hole to crawl back into
Dormancy making heart itch with restlessness
Living life in a frightened state of inactivity
Leaving pain somewhere I won't find it again but somehow it always makes its way back home
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