i'm in love
not the way of loving someone
but with the presents
possibly the future
no, the past is not to be spoken of.
oh, how i imagine
i dream the skies bluer, the grass greener and the sun brighter.
within my slowly withering mind
i bloom
i fade.
thrive
and
sunk.
like a wildflower in hopes to find its purpose
i'm in love
not the way of loving someone
but with the presents
possibly the future
no, the past is not to be spoken of.
oh, how i imagine
i dream the skies bluer, the grass greener and the sun brighter.
within my slowly withering mind
i bloom
i fade.
thrive
and
sunk.