You're sad I can see it in your eyes.

Your intentions are truly kind

Your mind still goes back to that time

You can never really erase just hoping one day that you'll just forget it and move on. Though life doesn't quite work that way.

Wishing you were in a fairytale of your own kind.

Free as ever. Mind pure.

No need for beauty standards making you insecure.

Just you the fairies and more.

Nature so peaceful and pure. No judgment. No harsh words ever thrown.

All of the impurities finally gone.

It's quiet here. Peaceful and fair.

You tell stories through song.

Stories much like yours, it had started as a storm that slowly with time started to fade.

Rainy clouds no longer exist over your sorrow filled head. No more fog.

Finally almost seeing things clearly, without the need for harsh thorns.

No more bleeding and starvation.

Finally feeling good.

Especially with the songs, for they have helped you quite a lot.

So, I thank you for finally making your way to me out of the storm, fog, and place full of haze.

You're very loved.

You and me.