from your princess's lost tower
i fell, i can do anything i want
since i cut my hair
how i carry gold and grief of spaces and times in the past
rain evaporates slower than my tears
that's how i know i can find
the self i've been neglecting for so long
all day, i'm fine, but at night
where thoughts rush in
like the beams of the moon through the curtains
slipping in like shooting stars in pale warmth---
no wishes, not anymore, only long lost rest as my lover
