Honey, I shrunk myself


I bloomed before the winter rolled
Just when I thought I was gold
Then I became ice against my will
And shrunk myself like a pill.

But my instincts were too hard to swallow
And you can’t drown if the water’s too shallow
I keep it all in but I’m running out of space
Yet there’s pieces of me all over the place.

And monsters are real
And my hearts the meal
But what if I put on a fight?
What if this time I was right?

I will bloom despite the winter
And I’ll be gold and it will linger
Despite the size of the monsters
My pill size will can be stronger.

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