It’s Gone

Would you believe,

The flower that I had thought would bloom

The snow that I thought would fall

The nightmares I believed would go

The chaos that I had hoped would surrender

It’s gone.

Beneath the wilderness of my heart

Was sown a seed deep and pure

It felt like heart melted

Every time the sorrow was like a heap

Blatantly, shamelessly

The soul would scream and weep

But its all shallow in there

It’s gone. Can’t believe, it’s gone.

No more rejoicing the torture

No more holding on to a sorrowful future

No more backing up a swollen sweet wound

Because it’s all gone.

Would you believe?

Because I still can’t.

But it’s true. It’s gone.