β β β β β why did nature take such an expense , declaring a pact of unhappiness .α£
her sleep was meant for defense β hardly finding it that night.
nocturnal life bringing eyes to peer ; rising to the branches casting shadows into her room. +
β β β β β ah , with the clever attempt of sales pitch.
β β β β β is that what you tell yourself these nights .α£ wield your anger , be cruel .α£ like a twisted lullaby.
β β β β growing ( is ) anger , πππππππ.
believe me when i say , you will go mad if you donβt wield that anger of yours in a way that pushes you forward. which way matters little , frankly , as long as you keep moving. kind as age has been to you , iβd dare say +
β β β β β itβs almost admirable how easy you allow that concept to wrap around your bones and lay to act as a cast to fractured bones.
β β β β β we have all grown , delilah. years have passed , children born , sacrifices made. itβs all like a cog in a rotation. +
β β β β shouldnβt they ?
a little wrongness has never hurt anybody , has it , dear ? the past is in the past , after all . . . bygones can be bygones.
β β β β β beyond these years , my hair has grown. short to long β i have developed a new taste for music and arts. everything new falling into place.
β β β β β but yet , thereβs still a lurking creature in my stomach that makes a path to my heart every waking moment. +
β β β β β β β β oh β¦ oh .α£
certainly , itβs idiotic , she shouldnβt be having this conversation. should have moved in silence.
β¦ especially after everything thatβs transpired between them.