Seasons come, seasons go
Nice to meet you, I'll be here until it snows
Nomadic no-one, only niche is penning poems
Over subjects such as seeking out a place that could be home
Doubt I'll ever find it, but that's just how it goes
Picking different colored flowers, getting prickled by the rose
Dripping blood in the dirt, now my garden never grows
Every seed I sow's a waste
Repeat the motto everyday
I'm more than what I've been
Distorted by the wayside, wayward with the wind
Thoughts are often drifting back to playing as a kid
But as painful as it is
As of late, I've been getting more able to admit
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
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Seasons come, seasons go
Nice to meet you, I'll be here until it snows
Nomadic no-one, only niche is penning poems
Over subjects such as seeking out a place that could be home
Doubt I'll ever find it, but that's just how it goes
Picking different colored flowers, getting prickled by the rose
Dripping blood in the dirt, now my garden never grows
Every seed I sow's a waste
Repeat the motto everyday
I'm more than what I've been
Distorted by the wayside, wayward with the wind
Thoughts are often drifting back to playing as a kid
But as painful as it is
As of late, I've been getting more able to admit
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
Nice to meet you, I'll be here until it snows
Nomadic no-one, only niche is penning poems
Over subjects such as seeking out a place that could be home
Doubt I'll ever find it, but that's just how it goes
Picking different colored flowers, getting prickled by the rose
Dripping blood in the dirt, now my garden never grows
Every seed I sow's a waste
Repeat the motto everyday
I'm more than what I've been
Distorted by the wayside, wayward with the wind
Thoughts are often drifting back to playing as a kid
But as painful as it is
As of late, I've been getting more able to admit
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
Life's more than what it's been
I'm more than what I've been
Though my mornings have been wistful
I'm more than what I've been
Despite discordant little whispers
I'm more than what I've been
And when dysphoric, missing winters
I'm still more than what I've been
Writer: Leah Wilson
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