I stood there, as the weeds of misfortune dawned upon me
I stood there, strong as a tree, yet fragile as a leaf
and I waited and waited for the rain to stop
and the sun to come out
oh, that blissful hope I yearned for so
but the roots of hope that were so deeply embedded into the ground
slowly began to part with their foundation
I drifted into the sky
as the branches of misfortune engulfed me
wrapping around my heart and capsizing my body, scratching my brown fragile being
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I stood there, as the weeds of misfortune dawned upon me
I stood there, strong as a tree, yet fragile as a leaf
and I waited and waited for the rain to stop
and the sun to come out
oh, that blissful hope I yearned for so
but the roots of hope that were so deeply embedded into the ground
slowly began to part with their foundation
I drifted into the sky
as the branches of misfortune engulfed me
wrapping around my heart and capsizing my body, scratching my brown fragile being
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