you may come back
but you won't find her...
the old me
she is gone. she is dead.
you might call one day
but you won't recognize me
i am different. i am stronger.
the girl you left behind to replace
is the one you were looking for all along
but you are no longer
what i need. what i want.
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
诗歌words flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
