I've been writing.
I've been writing again. If you know me very well, or even decently for the last 4-5 months, then you should understand this pretty well.
My blue flower, she burned like a violent flame
Spread herself across a field and said "this ain't a game"
She set herself ablaze and spread so far
Like a gasoline maze leading straight beneath a car
She was once a dimly lit forest
There was darkness inside, but you never knew where
And I could tell you some stories, boy, don't get me started
About the things that I saw in there
There was a sign at the entrance that said "Do Not Enter"
But I carelessly passed, as if I knew better
I said to myself "I know just where I'm going"
So I continued my path, never truely knowing
Like a dress cut too high (revealing more than she should)
The apple of my eye, but the fruit was no good
There were x's on the trees and all the wood was dead
And all it took was one match sparking at the head
She was like a great tree (thought to give me shade)
Only using my sleep to divert the plans I made
I tried to run from all the creatures that I found
But the vines from her branches kept my feet bound
I thought to myself "this shade will keep me cold
And the grass along side will give rest to my bones"
But the rocks along the path were only stumbling stones
And the further I lay, the further I grow old
The End.
My blue flower, she burned like a violent flame
Spread herself across a field and said "this ain't a game"
She set herself ablaze and spread so far
Like a gasoline maze leading straight beneath a car
She was once a dimly lit forest
There was darkness inside, but you never knew where
And I could tell you some stories, boy, don't get me started
About the things that I saw in there
There was a sign at the entrance that said "Do Not Enter"
But I carelessly passed, as if I knew better
I said to myself "I know just where I'm going"
So I continued my path, never truely knowing
Like a dress cut too high (revealing more than she should)
The apple of my eye, but the fruit was no good
There were x's on the trees and all the wood was dead
And all it took was one match sparking at the head
She was like a great tree (thought to give me shade)
Only using my sleep to divert the plans I made
I tried to run from all the creatures that I found
But the vines from her branches kept my feet bound
I thought to myself "this shade will keep me cold
And the grass along side will give rest to my bones"
But the rocks along the path were only stumbling stones
And the further I lay, the further I grow old
The End.