Sorcerer | March 30, 2025 (15:37) |

not even a tear feels worthy of a shed,

my sorcerer unlifting my three year burdens.

his coat hangs from my grip,

it weighs me down too deep.

my sorcerer, were you a con?

you claimed the wand and wanted me.

the sorcerer, had unbroken my broken,

hoping for the better.

oh, sorcerer

we were always a commoner.

you smiled for the first time, 

you shined for the last time. 

the brightest hindsight,

it'll be yours once i'm fine.

my sorcerer, were you a con?

you claimed the wand and won in wanting me.

the sorcerer, had broken my unbroken,

hoping for the better.

you were always a commoner.