Wilting, drenched in a suffocating coat of ink
Wilting, drenched in a suffocating coat of ink Bowing towards the hard packed soil, taken onto the brink
Wilting, drenched in a suffocating coat of ink Bowing towards the hard packed soil, taken onto the brink Of the world, where breathing is no more than an instinct
Nothing to be cherished, nothing more than a filling of the lungs
Nothing to be cherished, nothing more than a filling of the lungs The stem snaps in half
Nothing to be cherished, nothing more than a filling of the lungs The stem snaps in half, ripping its fragile roots from the ground
Falling, twirling into the abyss of nothingness without making a sound
Falling, twirling into the abyss of nothingness without making a sound Eternity it seems, is more than the flower of life can take
Falling, twirling into the abyss of nothingness without making a sound Eternity it seems, is more than the flower of life can take More than what it wanted, more than it could fake
Yet a large calloused hand scoops up the decaying flower
Yet a large calloused hand scoops up the decaying flower So small and breakable, fading with the hour
Yet a large calloused hand scoops up the decaying flower So small and breakable, fading with the hour It's planted into soft soil, so rich and gorgeously tended
It's malnourished roots slowly picking up the nutrients
It's malnourished roots slowly picking up the nutrients It basks in the sun, so warm, so safe, so sensitive
It's malnourished roots slowly picking up the nutrients It basks in the sun, so warm, so safe, so sensitive It begins to learn that the abyss was not an end, but a genesis
The starting line for a long and sun filled life, for there is no alternative
The starting line for a long and sun filled life, for there is no alternative Once tentative to live, the flower opens in full bloom, soaking up the rays glory
Looking to the sky, where a heaven lays, supporting the flower, for the rest of its days
written by: hailey
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