nothing is truly over
the leaves fall from the tree to re-bloom
much like i fell away from a life where i wasn’t sober
didn’t take the time to give more to the sad girl sitting in her room
but when the leaves fall and rot away
new ones grow and branch out again.
and the piles of leaves that settle into the breeze
are soon forgotten with flight
but the rustling sound you can still hear
reminds you of a fall before all was brought into life
nothing stops it just all withers dies and blooms
but my dear i’m evergreen.












