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These days i'm not sure
What it means to lure
A soul into my hands
It seems hard
because you're always far
Though you've been right in walking distance
The universe plays games
and makes it seem like I need you
but really, do you feel the need too?
I've remembered every last talk and touch
remembered every last feeling of ecstasy
remembered every last consideration
everything that you've said or done to me
And your tears in my mind
So distinct and so ashamed
They were beautiful
And the embrace that was so real
that reality ceased to be true
I wish you'd follow through
A whole life flashed before my eyes
in my dreams
another time
I kept coming back
because in reality
you were just an ugly soul
Lost time
Wasted time
Just to see you in my mind
In the long run
Fate is to blame
for everything that came out wrong
If only you heard me tell our story
You'd find it particularly crazy
that someone found the little things so large
And the large things so little
and those people who were so brittle
Never gave a moment of breathing space
To catch your soul would be impossible
so I paint my soul and hope that you've snuck a peak
because you're what makes me
What it means to lure
A soul into my hands
It seems hard
because you're always far
Though you've been right in walking distance
The universe plays games
and makes it seem like I need you
but really, do you feel the need too?
I've remembered every last talk and touch
remembered every last feeling of ecstasy
remembered every last consideration
everything that you've said or done to me
And your tears in my mind
So distinct and so ashamed
They were beautiful
And the embrace that was so real
that reality ceased to be true
I wish you'd follow through
A whole life flashed before my eyes
in my dreams
another time
I kept coming back
because in reality
you were just an ugly soul
Lost time
Wasted time
Just to see you in my mind
In the long run
Fate is to blame
for everything that came out wrong
If only you heard me tell our story
You'd find it particularly crazy
that someone found the little things so large
And the large things so little
and those people who were so brittle
Never gave a moment of breathing space
To catch your soul would be impossible
so I paint my soul and hope that you've snuck a peak
because you're what makes me
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It's sort of personal but I like it
Actually, it shows how I've slacked off in poetry but I've been thinking about doing this for a while and thought it'd be good to post it here. :3
Actually, it shows how I've slacked off in poetry but I've been thinking about doing this for a while and thought it'd be good to post it here. :3
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