The nights are getting colder
The daylight doesn't hurt anymore
The flowers that blossomed recently
have all already been plucked
A buried pain finds the surface
At a loss that's about to come
This is when I let go of
everything that made me whole
You are the leaves of glory
dazzled in beauty for all eternity
You live studded on the queen's head
You die like the collapsing star
I am the tree, barren otherwise
the crown that has lost authority
the chaos amidst the nebula
I often get left in the storm's wake
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
The nights are getting colder
The daylight doesn't hurt anymore
The flowers that blossomed recently
have all already been plucked
A buried pain finds the surface
At a loss that's about to come
This is when I let go of
everything that made me whole
You are the leaves of glory
dazzled in beauty for all eternity
You live studded on the queen's head
You die like the collapsing star
I am the tree, barren otherwise
the crown that has lost authority
the chaos amidst the nebula
I often get left in the storm's wake