Narnia_Monsters

Lilly is a weird human being

In a world filled with fake smiles and greetings 

Her genuine smile seems out of place

Don’t worry, my queen

No one is betraying you

Don’t worry, my queen

Nobody hates you

Don’t worry, my queen

Your subjects are loyal

There’s this song that I know of,

that speaks to my heart, it speaks to everyone’s hearts

A holy song, played on the 21st night of September

Perhaps to alleviate, perhaps to gift

The string of memories burns my hand,

My 12-year-old self can barely understand.

The balloon is purple, her favorite color,

She is my great-grandmother.

The air in the balloon is filled with every memory I remember,

Melodies are like a cloudless sky,

sometimes gliding into your head

and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an

Umbrella of fear,