In the end,
and by the end I mean
the day you realize
the moon was never waiting on the sun,
that she was always there,
only then will you know why wildflowers feel the pain you've been carrying silently.
The gentle courage that's found in the solemn nights,
where the wind whispers
"there has to be another way",
always seems to turn the tide faster than any man could
and once the roots of the trees find their way to your knees,
then you'll understand why you went down with his ship.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
In the end,
and by the end I mean
the day you realize
the moon was never waiting on the sun,
that she was always there,
only then will you know why wildflowers feel the pain you've been carrying silently.
The gentle courage that's found in the solemn nights,
where the wind whispers
"there has to be another way",
always seems to turn the tide faster than any man could
and once the roots of the trees find their way to your knees,
then you'll understand why you went down with his ship.
