Evergreen

I’ve never met an enemy that wasn’t a friend
Cascading hatred like a blanket of love
Auras igniting a multicolor cornucopia
I felt heaven become flame bound from their touch
In the end we all just need to open up
Like an autopsy, well maybe that’s enough
I sweep the sands of regret evenly across the plain
Hoping one little hurricane that could-
Blows my what-if wishes away
I fade helplessly into nothing but a stain
left on the floor to outline by exiting pose
What does it matter anyways?
I’ve never said I’d stay long I suppose