• heartstrings_pal_ryu 9w


    Did this wilted flower did once bloom?
    It now seems to seek refuge in the wind
    Was this silence once your favourite music?
    You now seem to like the sound of actions

    Why do I want things to be perfectly good?
    Closing my eyes at the sight of chipped wood
    Why am I so afraid of leaving behind stains?
    Nothing on this land that can't be washed with rains

    These wilted flowers can fuel a raging fire
    Wind unleashing a hidden power so wild
    This new song of life not quite like before
    A melody to which now you fight your battles