Nymphaeaceae

Nymphaeaceae, 'Neath the writhing reeds Trying to grow itself free Hears the sun sing loud You wear that hurt Like it's armor Only harms ya You don't need it You had a hole ripped in your heart And any effort made to heal it Only tore you more apart So you gave in to your demons You can lay it down Nymphaeaceae Climbs in pollen on the bee Takes flight o’er the sea And the hurt laid down You hear the echo of Hope's sound Calling you home now But you're afraid it's not real You had a hole ripped in your heart And any effort made to heal it Only tore you more apart So you gave in to your demons You can lay it down Nymphaeaceae Listens to signaling stigma She sings upon the breeze She's singing out She's singing him home "What took you so long?” Let's stick it out Let's grow You can lay it down And we can stick it out Let's stick it out

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025