Headache, my glasses are old
Older than what I was when love left me and hit the road
Anxious, I am so anxious
To be happy in this world full of glittering gold
A little dust of a broken rifle to touch my heart
An empty field to run and scream and breakdown in
A foreign face unknown to anybody anywhere
A burning pyre for the dead affection I couldn't win
Are all
I need.
So please tell me to let my feelings go,
It feels wrong to do without permission
And I will sort out all the knives
Just please tell me I can do it on my own
So please tell me to let my feelings go.
Candid, all the moments could have been
But I found comfort in pre-written scripts
Apprentice, I am of despair
I follow along with it on its mellow and tainted trips
A spark of a fire that can teach me how to dance
A line of dry wood to fabricate truths and beds
A helicopter to fly me inside a volcano
A necklace of rope made of my nine other heads
Are all
I want.
So please tell me to let my feelings go,
It feels wrong to do without permission
And I will sort out all the knives
Just please tell me I can do it on my own
So please tell me to let my feelings go.
I can't see anymore, these glasses are old
All the faces and houses and cupboards are scratched
Honey, lip balm, lip gloss in my pocket
Guns with silencers have been enclosed and latched
And I won't see anymore, these glasses are old
They're old, they're old, they're old.
A little dust of a broken rifle to touch my heart
An empty field to run and scream and breakdown in
A foreign face unknown to anybody anywhere
A burning pyre for the dead affection I couldn't win
Are all
I need.
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If you think this one is written like a song, you're right. It is a song. Sometimes I write poems while singing them in my head, and then they turn into complete songs. I don't know if these songs will ever meet their tunes? It kinda makes me sad that some songs may never be heard by you guys. But I hope one day someone will sing the words I write. There's no harm in hoping :)
Also if any of you guys would like to sing them, go ahead haha, make your own tunes for them ^^
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YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃