Clover

It's all finally quiet...
For too long... you've battled this riot...

But it's all over...
And your prize is... this common clover...

Emptiness left and right...
Was it worth such a passionate fight?

What a crying shame...
Had you known the end... to this crying game...

I think maybe now...
You shall choose to disavow...

But don't lose this clover...
Lest you forget... that it is... all over...

If there's one thing you've found...
Buried deep within harmonic sound...

Should you choose to disown...
That's fine... just... leave it alone...

Because... at the end of the day...
Our feelings convey... they crash and display...

They decay... long after they delay to portray...
They lead us astray... they hurt... hurt and betray...

It doesn't matter...
These words will soon fall... and scatter...

You will forget...
Light turned silhouette...

The one thing I need you to remember...
Long... long after the end of December...

Is this clover...
Because its finally... finally all over...