aimusic.one

who knew late bloomers inside themselves
would talk so late into the new new night
and why didn't I ever know how easy life was
when you were born so angrily and told it was all righteous

when we used to talk we were dead
and now we are sprouting up towards the noonday sun
and so what if we both complain about the pessimists
it will never rain again
unless we wanted it all along

who else grew older and found themselves unfurling there with fresh raw roots

how sweet the autumn came
our old selves were dying
the flowers of our bodies 
made our bed

we were dead
sprouting up towards the noonday night
we hate the rain
except for when it rains just just right

we were dead
the flowers of our bodies
made our bed

late bloomers
we were dead




(late bloomers)

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