in my brain is a library
filled with the distasteful and bad
It smells like rosemary
and it looks a little bit sad
nothing is organized
and spider webs cover the walls
there are novels I despise
and I watch as each one falls
I do not need this library anymore
I can lock it and give up the key
sweep it away like dirt on the floor
and finally, just let those novels be
I am stronger than that room
I know that I can be joyful and free
like a marigold in the sun, I’ll let myself bloom
and let myself rest, under the shade of a willow tree
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
in my brain is a library
filled with the distasteful and bad
It smells like rosemary
and it looks a little bit sad
nothing is organized
and spider webs cover the walls
there are novels I despise
and I watch as each one falls
I do not need this library anymore
I can lock it and give up the key
sweep it away like dirt on the floor
and finally, just let those novels be
I am stronger than that room
I know that I can be joyful and free
like a marigold in the sun, I’ll let myself bloom
and let myself rest, under the shade of a willow tree
