Years have dwindled too soon
Torn apart
Cursed be the one who declared so
I contort at the thought
Summer days no longer
For I have constricted myself into blood drawn from self
Your eyes have melted stars and comforted those torn
Brought forth wonders by sun-filled hope
And comfort brought forth by warmth
Dispelled by others
Ravaged by bitter forms
Living through stillness of air
Footprints faded to time
Kept together by everlasting minutes
Filled with regret
Decayed
Forgotten
I have forgotten by way of rot
Vacant, by my own will
I wish to recall you again
Once again, once again,
But you have gone bloomed into another that i do not recognize
I have been maimed by my own hand
Bloomed into another
I do not wish
Remove it
Were I to be of hunger or were I to be upon my only choice
I wish to recall once again but you have gone,
Bloomed into another that I do not recognize
Were I to be of hunger or were I to be upon…
I have been maimed by my own hand