Breeze whispers despair
a tree exhaled
the leaf changed colour.
This, that, and all between.
Breeze whispers despair
a tree exhaled
the leaf changed colour.
Your only accomplishment is
my silence.
For the moment
I am happy being a
dormant volcano.
Someday you’ll come home
to the truth
bursting your heart
Someday you’ll come home
to lies
blinding your eyes
Someday you’ll come home
naked
in orphaned grief
The night slept alone
dreams had cloaked the day
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