Heavy is the head that could fill up a tome
Memories turn bitter, tormented to hold
Crown ornamented with glitter and gold
Riddled with scolding cinders and coal
Meant for winter to temper the cold
Tinder, I'm told, burns like whispers of home
A whisper I've known, You've been missing
I know.
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 2:46 AM UTC
Heavy is the head that could fill up a tome
Memories turn bitter, tormented to hold
Crown ornamented with glitter and gold
Riddled with scolding cinders and coal
Meant for winter to temper the cold
Tinder, I'm told, burns like whispers of home
A whisper I've known, You've been missing
I know.