Slowly I'll become that flower you loved,
A sunflower, a rose, a tulip bud.
I'll twist, I'll turn, I'll wilt, I'll forever be this guilt.
Slowly I'll be there, and slowly will I twist and fall in,
Throwing myself into the ocean where I can begin.
So shallow, so empty,
Is this all that there is left?
Slowly, slowly I'll be that flower.
Slowly I'll be the one in power.
Slowly I'll find a place where I can open my petals with grace,
Slowly I'll live once again.
Cautiously you will find me on the clifftop,
This time I'll be smiling.
This time I'll no longer wilt,
I'll be tall and strong emptying myself of that guilt.
This time the sun will bless me with all of it's hymn,
and turn your gun.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Slowly I'll become that flower you loved,
A sunflower, a rose, a tulip bud.
I'll twist, I'll turn, I'll wilt, I'll forever be this guilt.
Slowly I'll be there, and slowly will I twist and fall in,
Throwing myself into the ocean where I can begin.
So shallow, so empty,
Is this all that there is left?
Slowly, slowly I'll be that flower.
Slowly I'll be the one in power.
Slowly I'll find a place where I can open my petals with grace,
Slowly I'll live once again.
Cautiously you will find me on the clifftop,
This time I'll be smiling.
This time I'll no longer wilt,
I'll be tall and strong emptying myself of that guilt.
This time the sun will bless me with all of it's hymn,
and turn your gun.
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