My Beliefs Sift through All That Discourages When I am Adjacent To Happiness
I don't know what to write
I dont know what to write
what do I say that would begin to convey these emotions translate feeling into fluid motion
like how so much goes unnoticed, the afterthought moves so quick and you're so slow the melodic
mood its here then broken our almost full, tipped empty.
Forrest full of living things ignorant to the tracks so many paths of change,
that was then and what will be, you lose yourself in the interim,
what is now I am here cups full of envy
whispering I am whole and you feel so heavy
good as gone, the moments lost what were you expecting
Stoke the fire & come up burnt saturate the dawn an ashen memory
wanten for color always wanting
pleeding begging
for more
shook the foundation til it was worth bending
casualties of war not worth mentioning
My dearest love the streets are empty
I only gave you what you came for
hold me back
hold me down
Drown me in my desire to exhale
If the light grows dim let it fail
Im more than ready
to breathe
a spinning chasm
Suffering the final forget me now
feel gravity getting heavy
surrendering to the cold of our summers ending
A fleeting flame flickers in that
Indian September
relenquished quietly
No need to remember
How to breathe
Written by Heather A. Crumley 11/21/2013 copyrights.
what do I say that would begin to convey these emotions translate feeling into fluid motion
like how so much goes unnoticed, the afterthought moves so quick and you're so slow the melodic
mood its here then broken our almost full, tipped empty.
Forrest full of living things ignorant to the tracks so many paths of change,
that was then and what will be, you lose yourself in the interim,
what is now I am here cups full of envy
whispering I am whole and you feel so heavy
good as gone, the moments lost what were you expecting
Stoke the fire & come up burnt saturate the dawn an ashen memory
wanten for color always wanting
pleeding begging
for more
shook the foundation til it was worth bending
casualties of war not worth mentioning
My dearest love the streets are empty
I only gave you what you came for
hold me back
hold me down
Drown me in my desire to exhale
If the light grows dim let it fail
Im more than ready
to breathe
a spinning chasm
Suffering the final forget me now
feel gravity getting heavy
surrendering to the cold of our summers ending
A fleeting flame flickers in that
Indian September
relenquished quietly
No need to remember
How to breathe
Written by Heather A. Crumley 11/21/2013 copyrights.
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