i was not born in fire or ice, but forth wet with promise
many dreams later, scarred from where I’ve fallen and gotten back up
in the darkest hours, always hope; and love from out of nowhere
a nameless flower
1:24am wednesday, 24th september
what is hidden
there are no words to explain
these floating dreams I wake to
drifting on tendrils of memories
lost,with no direction home.
a fragile echo from heart to heart
is there a way for me to reach you?
a wisp of sadness lingers
clouds upon my shoulder
what is hidden,never to be spoken again.
secrets within a fragile echo
these floating dreams I wake to.
a nameless flower