I’m Sorry my Lover,
Your Spring rose during my Fall.
I’m still sleeping within myself,
I haven’t been me at All.

I lost myself years ago,
When I trusted the wrong souls,
I needed time to come back,
And now I return to see through my goals.

Onward we will travel apart,
A friendship in both our hands,
May this bring you want you need,
As I continue to see out my plans.

magnuda

Different Seasons

Jun 5, 2026

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badwords

Cold. Disconnected. Selfish. The words are powerfully relayed. Much bravery is conveyed here to establish this sentiment. No one is perfect and few have the guts to explain (or understand) why. The notions of introspection are key here, and the pain of the expense is palpable. Good word.