Honestly,
I like the pain
I don't know
Growth without rain
No longer seed I've sprouted roots
No longer budding I've sprouted fruit
I'm no longer happy
Without you
We can do this when I'm numb
Grass doesn't ask
Which mother this water comes from
Neither do I
It's life
Every brushstroke catches my eye
Someone find me when I hide
One more year and I might die
It's okay
I can wait
It feels so good to know you
~orion sun
