Goldenrose

I found it was easier to forget than to hold on, 

a relief to consider myself free. 

I never could’ve realized how suffocating it was to chase thrills, 

She knows how intense she can be,

She knows she’s dramatic and overshares sometimes.

She knows she is holding herself back,

And she knows she can be happier.

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I dream about you still,  
do you dream of me? 

It is no grand affair, these dreams 
not of your smile, your hands, your kindness 

your cruelty 

Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,

Isolated and alone,

Stands a wholesome oak tree.

Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns, 

Those of which were shed out of sorrow.