Struggling against all odds,
withered branches sway...

Lingering nights
beckoned by the pale moon...

Withering ideas
remembered in paper...

You said you'd be there,
painting a secure dream...

Petals lightly bent
painted blood red and pink...

Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...

This secure mindset I once lived in
Has started to decay inside of me...

Splashes of my creativity
spoken by words...

Blood poured over the sun
In response to the final run...

Memories etched in granite,
evoking thoughts...

Serendipity flows forth,
Indulging moments together...

Fated words corrode away,
Dying in the moments not felt...