feeling comes and goes, slips away like a fleeting ghost. i need to know where to find it when i need it most.
i was always climbing up the wrong trees, got comfy in the shade and lost part of me. then you give me the trope of “the rope”, such a silly thing: “were tied together at different of the same string” and there’s and effect to what i do, it pulls on one end and drags you too….
and i never wanted it to be this way, when we spoke in code almost every day. and you say now “its like words are the only way” since my head got caught up in outer space.
its funny how the things we one day could praise, tomorrow be the force that pushes away. i couldnt find the words i could use to save, a silence you couldnt find a way to break.
so we let it be, so quietly, cause i know that there’s a war to fight inside your head when you disengage. i know that there’s a storm to calm.
.......and ready or not. im alone, in the secret spot.
you said “all i thought i saw was golden hue…..i dont know why i thought you were golden too”
when the wall are caving, ceilings coming down and it gets tough.
know i love you. i know i dont tell you that enough.
but i’ll never tell why, keep those wool covered eyes. oh you’ll hate it once you’ve had enough.
and i hate it too but im stuck here till they swoop me up, up, up.
yea i hate it too but im stuck here till they swoop me up.
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