What burned brighter The orange flame rising from the evening lamp Or in the backdrop the setting sun in its orange home Both wore a warm glow The journey Beginning to end
I spill my emotions I express what I feel I disguise my pains with words I distill my words to bits Fit for you Instagram feed On your tiny glowing screen And you call me an IG poet
I don't worry as much, which is strange to me. I'm not constantly thinking about you, and that's probably a good thing. You were my best love, and it's okay that we're just friends. I don't hurt anymore, I've given in to the numbness within.
Come to me Come with me I won’t ever let you go Season through season As the leaves die And as the flowers grow Walking alongside you I’d believe anything If you said it were so