Watch the petals fall slowly,
Brittle,
Blowing in the wind.
The weather changes to fall,
But my mind remains the same.
Remains moving in slow motion.
Like the petals in the wind.
Slowly dying,
My mind is frying.
Like summer hadn't ended.
My mind remains the same,
Though the season changes.
Stuck in one feeling,
Slowly moving like the very first cold winter.
But moving too quick to keep up with.
My mind moves fast but in slow motion.
My mind changes like spring,
With rain and light that shines overhead.
A broken weather machine.
Feeding me feeling after feeling.
Too fast to keep up.
Too slow to move.
My mind is reaching.
Reaching for a feeling,
It hasn't felt in a season.
Reaching to find satisfaction,
But finding unhappiness instead.
Reaching to find consistency,
But blowing slowly in the wind.
Finding inconsistencies,
At every blow of the wind.
The weather changes,
But my mind remains the same.
Unchanging.
Moving too quickly,
But too slowly,
Getting dragged by the wind.
Like a petal from a flower,
Falling from its stem.
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What She Wanted To Say.
ŞiirShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
