Don't read
There is no need for anyone to read this. This is just me flipping out to myself so I don't flip out at everyone else. It's just a little symbolic story/poem/song thingy that just popped into my head.
Most of it doesn't rhyme but who cares.
Don't read, just need somewhere to save it:
You've dug your roots too deep
For me to even budge
I've been chopping down your memories
To try to free from your grasps.
Your vines have intertwined with every part of my life
But with this ax and a little time
My old self will soon be mine.
Lets start here on the 21st of June
With a mighty swing, the steel cuts through those thoughts
Of the time I first thought you were the one.
That pretty black shirt, those little green shorts
Are all becoming a blur.
Now, with ax in hand, I'll look the other way
And start chopping you down again
Theres a big vine before 29
A day I should never forget
Until now
I swing and the vines wither to the ground
And I feel less stress.
Feeling less tied down
I turn around
And feel a sharp pain hit home.
What a pretty little memory
The birthday bear
But a great swing of my ax
And that thought is no longer there.
More relief
Comes with every blow
And I will not stop
Until I don't know;
What color your eyes are
And how bright your smile
And when you said you loved me
I'll just delete that file.
Well, theres not much here now
You are almost gone
Only one branch is left
And it's tightly clinging on
This one goes deep
It nearly took my life
It's the name of my first love,
The source of all my strife.
AND SO I LIFT MY AX
INTO THE SKY
AND WITH A HASTY BLOW
THERE GOES A.M.___________________________________________________
sorry to anyone and everyone i may have offended. needed to write that, its not serious, just venting, so chill out. if anyone did read it i hope u dont hate me now.
Most of it doesn't rhyme but who cares.
Don't read, just need somewhere to save it:
You've dug your roots too deep
For me to even budge
I've been chopping down your memories
To try to free from your grasps.
Your vines have intertwined with every part of my life
But with this ax and a little time
My old self will soon be mine.
Lets start here on the 21st of June
With a mighty swing, the steel cuts through those thoughts
Of the time I first thought you were the one.
That pretty black shirt, those little green shorts
Are all becoming a blur.
Now, with ax in hand, I'll look the other way
And start chopping you down again
Theres a big vine before 29
A day I should never forget
Until now
I swing and the vines wither to the ground
And I feel less stress.
Feeling less tied down
I turn around
And feel a sharp pain hit home.
What a pretty little memory
The birthday bear
But a great swing of my ax
And that thought is no longer there.
More relief
Comes with every blow
And I will not stop
Until I don't know;
What color your eyes are
And how bright your smile
And when you said you loved me
I'll just delete that file.
Well, theres not much here now
You are almost gone
Only one branch is left
And it's tightly clinging on
This one goes deep
It nearly took my life
It's the name of my first love,
The source of all my strife.
AND SO I LIFT MY AX
INTO THE SKY
AND WITH A HASTY BLOW
THERE GOES A.M.___________________________________________________
sorry to anyone and everyone i may have offended. needed to write that, its not serious, just venting, so chill out. if anyone did read it i hope u dont hate me now.