Esther didnt tell me to...

[went_with_it]

though this storm has settled,
the familiar sound of your wind will continue to blow me away
a masked soul, covered by golden melodies
bringing life to this lonely world.
dispite my bitterness to your perpetual tendencies
i will forever applaud your talent,
glorification shy behind curtains
unable to express such admiration.
beauty weaves in and out each verse
as you expose yourself to the world,
silver soon does tarnish,
into lullabies that put our love to sleep.