Wither

 Fill your Hearts with whatever you can.

Make sure it's not empty inside.

For the hollow can not survive the winter.

Fill your Hearts with grace,

With pain if you must.

Fill your Hearts with whatever you can.

For the hollow can not survive the winter.

First the Roses will wither,

Then the tulips.

The Marigold turned into solid Gold,

Losing the value which Gold could not account for.

What is it so valuable?

More valuable than Gold?

The Roses withered and then the Tulips did.

The endless Lavender fields followed.

Fill your Hearts with whatever you can.

For the hollow can not survive the winter.

What is it so valuable?

More valuable than Gold?

The Stars lit the withered.

Shining darkly in the night

There they were. The Withered.

Fill your Hearts with grace,

With pain if you must.

For the hollow cannot survive the winter.

First the Roses withered

Then the Tulips did.

And then the endless Lavender fields followed.

He stands before you.

He ran his hand through your hair

And then comforted your neck.

He looked into your eyes and kissed you.

Was it empty inside?