The first time was at night
When it was dark and he was out of sight
He closed the door then sat on the floor
He wondered.. how did he end up like this?
Four. was the number he ended with
Roses bloomed
They grew and died as seasons changed
But life's a cycle, the grew back again
This time it was more, bigger, brighter, leaving a stain
Every time was at night
When it was dark and he was out of sight
He closed the the door then sat on the floor
He knew.. this is what he was made for.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
The first time was at night
When it was dark and he was out of sight
He closed the door then sat on the floor
He wondered.. how did he end up like this?
Four. was the number he ended with
Roses bloomed
They grew and died as seasons changed
But life's a cycle, the grew back again
This time it was more, bigger, brighter, leaving a stain
Every time was at night
When it was dark and he was out of sight
He closed the the door then sat on the floor
He knew.. this is what he was made for.