Freshly painted seasons of endless woes
Vanishing faiths and worn out beliefs
Yanking them together
Burying them beneath

Venomous insides of a youthful mind
Hateful demons dwell, unjustified
Release them back into the wild
Knowing they would be back soon enough

Catching another breath
Picking up once more
From yet another reckless fall
Only to prepare for the next war that comes along

But by then it would be different...

*For the fallen had been wounded
They will only know
To lick the next blood and move on
stronger
than before

Thank you for breaking my heart
and leaving me stranded.
Not only did it make me stronger;
It also
brought the poetry
out of me.

you were a ****,
and i was a flower,
you held greed,
and i held power,
but one day,
the sun came out,
and with no doubt,
you recieved all the light,
and i had to fight,
to get was rightfully mine,
you kept growing taller,
as i kept getting smaller,
i loss my beauty,
my petals,
you were tearing me apart,
you were weakening my heart,
i'm tired of this,
now is the time,
that i start,
to take back what was mine,
it's going to be a long process,
but i'll just progress,
further than i have before.
for you are the ****,
that holds greed,
and i am the flower,
who holds power.