Roots are deep
The inside is hollow,
The tragedy of this
Is ready to swallow.
In the deep grief
For what it is.
The things that were golden
Are the rusted cores…
-Sylie
Roots are deep
The inside is hollow,
The tragedy of this
Is ready to swallow.
In the deep grief
For what it is.
The things that were golden
Are the rusted cores…
-Sylie