when days seemed
to swallow me whole

and life was full
of unkept promises
and luscious colours
withered as freezing
winter bit the tips
of trees

a passion
that I had buried
deep within
the dungeons of my soul
rose to the surface
and turned
my broken pieces
into a season
that resembled spring

which turned the bare tips
of the trees
to withhold blossoms

that made me who I was before.

────── this was also written back in early 2019. still not sure what i was trying to say, though. lol. but it sounds nice so imma put it up here (smiles sweetly)