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The time has come to harvest, The crops which you have sown, The time has come to harvest, The lives that you have grown, You took the time to plant them, And watched them grow thus far, But to them it seems for all this time you see them as a scar, It looks like now they can say you regret your green thumb, Well rest assured the thought is shared, Your crops have gone quite numb, The time has time to harvest, ALL of your mistakes, A sour apple, a rancid plum, Withered in your wake.

The waves crash against me as the sun becomes the moon, My tears blend with the sparkling ocean and all while, the celestial angel bathes me with light, Then you arrive like a shooting star and grant my wish, I can’t help but mirror your smile, Melancholy becomes elation, monologues become dialogues, a touch becomes an embrace, And at last desolation becomes hope, But much like the waves we enjoy, anything can break, elation shatters, Your embrace weakens, laughter becomes a fight for breath, desolation washes over me and the celestial light now shows me nothing but crimson, with the change of the tide, a dialogue becomes a mon

The inky thoughts stain my brain, as I watch the moon shimmer, I lie awake and hope and plead and still the light shines dimmer, We’re not friends, we’re not lovers but I still can’t seem to escape, With every gasp and every tear, I beg you to forsake, But oh how you cling and oh how you claw, Your spoils caged by your gaping maw, I cannot fight, I cannot win, An earned reward for all my sins, Broken and defeated, I accept my fate, But know that for you, I feel naught but hate, Now here I stand, a child of fright, Peering through the endless night.