Seasons

Love comes seasons change, love goes we rearrange
So let love leave me and the confession remain in the past
Because I’ve moved past your waiting room and moved to a realm of self-love
Having a beautiful life is essential
But I long and hope for a beautiful death in my own arms of solitude and comfort
Because I inspire me and I support myself, and I am a shining star.
So the sky isn’t my limit but my stepping stone into my universe