21:28 on a Sunday
It gets harder and harder to peel away,
Into the jaws of another Monday.
Hang me at your doorstep,
And watch as I choke yellows and purples,
And everything you love.
Watch me sway all year round
With unmoving blue eyes,
That locked on to your heart
The day that I died.
Leave me there forever,
Because I’ll see forever through
Because I’d rather be an ornament
Than a person devoid of you.
Posted Jun 11, 2026, 7:40 PM UTC
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