Frost on the Leaf
I am the frost on the leaf, desperately clinging to what is already gone
I am the frost on the leaf, the absence of color on the red that you have spilt for me
I am the frost on the leaf, I keep your decaying form company
I am the frost on the leaf, hiding in your shadow until you finally step away and leave me to melt under the sun of reality.
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When the world becomes too much to bear, she retracts from reality, writing a better one or losing herself in movies and music. Very unsure about the future but wants to be a mother.
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