GRINCH IN A GARDEN
SORROWFUL SOUL
the blooming sway of flowers move me no more
is it a hunch or instinct that pulls me into darker inch
world isn't ugly just my experiences were
taken my innocence just left me on floor
Wish I could find joy not the sorry next time
I ALWAYS KEEP WAITING BUT THERE'S NO SIGN
Better days are ahaed they say but they never come
I'm growing old skin to bone
Will this waiting ever cease before my heart freezes
Or would i eternally weep
