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You are here
I am too
we're walking
side-to-side(all brand new)
and I still feel you
hugging me like you used to
and it never mattered when I tried
only mattered when I cried
but I can't stop these tears from falling
I know that my heart keeps calling
I really can't figure out what to do
but I realize that we're through.
You are gone
But I'll move on
we are through
but everything's still brand new
and I still see
you were meant for me
but I'll take the clue
that we are sadly through.
yet I can't stop these tears from falling
and I know that my heart keeps calling
I really can't figure out what to do
but I do really understand that we're through
me and you
we are through
so I say good bye
if only you saw me cry.
I am too
we're walking
side-to-side(all brand new)
and I still feel you
hugging me like you used to
and it never mattered when I tried
only mattered when I cried
but I can't stop these tears from falling
I know that my heart keeps calling
I really can't figure out what to do
but I realize that we're through.
You are gone
But I'll move on
we are through
but everything's still brand new
and I still see
you were meant for me
but I'll take the clue
that we are sadly through.
yet I can't stop these tears from falling
and I know that my heart keeps calling
I really can't figure out what to do
but I do really understand that we're through
me and you
we are through
so I say good bye
if only you saw me cry.
Literature
Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
Literature
water
i am not afraid of death.
i did not want
the boy beneath the apple trees,
or the cherry petals
in the orchard, touched with invisible fingers
leaving brown indentations, bruised
with your inflection even on the brink of spring
not the one littered under the sunlit twigs
grappling for heaven
But the one lying exactly center field
staring straight at the sky--
waiting for a crash of thunder
for the paper flowers, metaphor for holding
over the sills of everything transient,
and left for erasing-- like a soul brimming
over the bridge of an emotion
strong enough to overcome itself.
brave boy with a thousand faces-- i see
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
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poem that's really part of a song I'm *trying* to write. I don't know why I keep trying to write song cause I'm no good at them, but just tell me what you think.
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I have to say, I sang this song, really I did, instead of reading it, I sat and tried to work out the best way to sing it. I feel you should continue to write lyrics...I for one wouldnt mind praciticing on some unfamiliar chorus
Depression is incurable...accept for a hug...will you hug me?
Depression is incurable...accept for a hug...will you hug me?