Every river that has eroded my cheeks
watered the flowers she holds so dearly.
Every broken sob was turned into a melody,
used to soothe her tenderness.
And every wasted minute
was added to her coalescence.
Now my wounds only heal to jagged scars,
left forgotten and unattended.
Might she be unaware that my anguish has grown so fond of her?
Or is she ignorant of the canyons left in my conscience while her wonderland spirals around your lies?
Regardless, with time, she will know
That rivers do not stay barren,
Flowers wilt without proper care,
Melodies go off key
And every clock eventually stops ticking.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
Every river that has eroded my cheeks
watered the flowers she holds so dearly.
Every broken sob was turned into a melody,
used to soothe her tenderness.
And every wasted minute
was added to her coalescence.
Now my wounds only heal to jagged scars,
left forgotten and unattended.
Might she be unaware that my anguish has grown so fond of her?
Or is she ignorant of the canyons left in my conscience while her wonderland spirals around your lies?
Regardless, with time, she will know
That rivers do not stay barren,
Flowers wilt without proper care,
Melodies go off key
And every clock eventually stops ticking.
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