the lilies and daisies would grow up
from salted earth left by demons
that never have been destined to stay.
i will learn how to forget
all the hate people made me think i deserve
and throw out the opinions of others
for this fresh start.
and under the graveyard,
something long gone will arise
in the form of garden scape.
the happiness comes in small bits
and the ice covered trees grow leaves
and it is not a fresh start,
but it's a change.
because like the seasons do,
humans can shift in tone too
and it's because of you
that the cold months came to an end.
the roots stayed the same
and the seeds grew from something that's died long ago,
but plants bring new life in the spring.
and you bring a new me.
