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I keep writing and then deleting all my words
Imagine having the people that made you smile and breath and cry and think and strive to impress and change and cherish ripped out of your heart and waking life.
No home, nowhere to hide
Nothing feels right anymore, no matter what u use for comfort. No beer or smoke that will fuck you up enough to make u forget the fire that went out when we left home. Left in the dark, watching the ships sail away.
no more nose rubbing. No one to laugh about math homework. no pointless lines to say in tights.
and how about the most beautiful girls in my past life with real men that leave me to watch and envy.(not a bad thing, i wouldnt want it any other way)
Then the rest to share the darkness with and none of us have matches. And those that turn on a light claim some type of comfort, but we know it isnt as warm as the fires we all had.
So I'll go walk in the woods and sleep under random trees met new creatures, and then dream of the old days when i wasnt so cold. Sometimes I see a fire in the disrance, but i sure as hell cant swim thar far.
Well this weekend we all tried to make a fire with old wet logs but it had been to long, we coundnt combine our hearts to make it burn so bright. I dont know if the rain from college will ever stop, we may never be able to make a fire again. So ill just walk in the woods learning how to survive on my own learning new things so i wont die, and be great one day or so im told. Some of us will join groups of new people. others will find the old and it will be easy. But all i know is the woods at night make me think and cry under this tree, and the rain feels natural now. Its just like an enless saddness. Damn I miss that old fire we made together, but those ships sailed off one day at a time, and I now they never come back the same.
Come what may
Imagine having the people that made you smile and breath and cry and think and strive to impress and change and cherish ripped out of your heart and waking life.
No home, nowhere to hide
Nothing feels right anymore, no matter what u use for comfort. No beer or smoke that will fuck you up enough to make u forget the fire that went out when we left home. Left in the dark, watching the ships sail away.
no more nose rubbing. No one to laugh about math homework. no pointless lines to say in tights.
and how about the most beautiful girls in my past life with real men that leave me to watch and envy.(not a bad thing, i wouldnt want it any other way)
Then the rest to share the darkness with and none of us have matches. And those that turn on a light claim some type of comfort, but we know it isnt as warm as the fires we all had.
So I'll go walk in the woods and sleep under random trees met new creatures, and then dream of the old days when i wasnt so cold. Sometimes I see a fire in the disrance, but i sure as hell cant swim thar far.
Well this weekend we all tried to make a fire with old wet logs but it had been to long, we coundnt combine our hearts to make it burn so bright. I dont know if the rain from college will ever stop, we may never be able to make a fire again. So ill just walk in the woods learning how to survive on my own learning new things so i wont die, and be great one day or so im told. Some of us will join groups of new people. others will find the old and it will be easy. But all i know is the woods at night make me think and cry under this tree, and the rain feels natural now. Its just like an enless saddness. Damn I miss that old fire we made together, but those ships sailed off one day at a time, and I now they never come back the same.
Come what may