wonderless glazer

another one lalalalla
          
          Sometimes the worst thing in life isn't what you'll wear tomorrow,
          Sometimes it's the things that shouldn't fill you with such sorrow.
          Maybe it's not feeling pretty enough
          Perhaps it's not carrying the right stuff.
          
          Maybe it's the scent
          On thee old man's late wife's side of the bed.
          Maybe it's your hair,
          Maybe it's missing your chair.
          
          Each day it's something new,
          Sometimes it's more than just a few.
          But every days different,
          So tomorrow please still be present.
          
          Don't end your life because today's not your day
          Maybe in tomorrow's game you'll play.
          You're worth more than you'll know
          Remember it when you see each drop of snow.
          
          Each problem is cold,
          Some come back even if they're old.
          But their all speckles of white on beautiful green grass and used paved roads,
          Make sure you see the next snow.
          
          Life isn't perfect; seasons come and go.
          But between each winter, you watch the grass and trees regrow.
          The closer you get to your warmth, the less snow you get,
          But even deserts can't guarantee you'll be set.

poem i wrote lalalala
          
          I learned to exist in spaces where happiness isn't my own,
          I get it from lousy texts on my phone
          Lousy texts sent where their heart is gone
          Of me they're no longer fond
          
          My hair got cut
          Is this happiness my own?
          It isn't but
          It's better than being a balloon always being blown
          
          Never tied
          Air always comes out while the user lets out this sigh
          The balloon can't be used by another now
          You belong to that cow
          
          It's not just you; they're greedy with a pack
          But there's others with a lonely sack
          Is it fair for them to use you?
          They'll tell you the others won't love you too
          
          Now they keep blowing
          But pop, are you worth sewing?
          Pieces of you all over the ground,
          You're worth more now.
          
          You're vulnerable can't you see?
          You're the flower attracting many bees
          They want you easy
          But now your petals fly with a breeze
          
          And you're scattered again
          All you're lonely parts
          What a bargain 
          Of you there's all sorts
          
          Your hurt and it's not bad
          Now people want you more than when you were just sad
          They need you to be easy to use
          How else would they get such a nice person to abuse?
          
          You can't sew a balloon
          And you wish that weren't true
          Because now you're scattered
          And so many foot steps patter
          
          Now you have so much love
          Even though you know deep down it's all bluff
          The bee doesn't love you for your bright pink
          It loves you because you don't think
          
          You let yourself get blown and deflated 
          Even though you really hate it
          And you let the bee come back every time
          And as soon as it leaves you cry
          
          You exploit yourself
          For someone who won't even display you on a  shelf
          Not for more than your body
          To them your really only an under paid employee

If anybody YK likes byler I posted a byler fic (at least what I have rn? Plz I was gonna write a new chapter today but fell asleep)