My heart is as cold as ice.
It has turned to stone
The looking-glass does not look back.
His name, The guilt,
I bear alone
I pray for his departure from inside me this day.
I hope strength inside me will carry his memories carry away…
And as time ticks by, my feelings begin to change.
Like the leaves of autumn, my colors rearrange.
The leaves have desiccated, and departed from me, no more;
The coldness I felt, it no longer allures.
I fall from the midnight sky.
Gliding endlessly into the unknown
I begin to feel warmth from the sunshine: orchids and meadows now shown.
Like the flowers in spring, I blossom once more
And hold onto tightly what I once ignored