Golden Hour
Hits my face
I feel like myself
Far away from you
It hurts
It is not you
It hurts
You don't want to touch
My soul, my soul
I withered and you didn't
Want to water me
But when sun's red shades
Play on my
Pink pale skin
And I, can feel grass
Grow on my
Dirty feet
I blossom without your warmth
Blossom without your
When you slept
Oh, I fell into my own arms
And I know that
You wouldn't understand this song
But still, I sing