a poem written for you. from truly yours, Lotus.
darling, why are you still awake at this hour?
playing silly games with a wilting flour.
when darkness falls and the sun disappears,
you're supposed to feel angsty and a whole lot of fear.
darling, why is that smile playing on your face?
isn't it supposed to leave with the sun, leaving no trace?
because with darkness comes tears,
regret and pain.
but you are dancing free from society's chain.
darling will you stay like this?
dancing unafraid in an eerie light,
with a smile that bright, you forget
the inevitability of death.