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So much to say in such an excruciatingly long and short time,
Like a snake who just digested an owl, you spew lemon, yet you do not shine from your cliff
Do you choose to let the citrus of your breath slowly pervase the depths you do not wish to seek?
I’d be more erudite to listen to the air from the vent
To break a thing down is to bring about more intrigue than your aura of bore
The room is a bubble being blown into with much more
Two opposites that come together to form a center
With such statistics, the room is cold,
As I focus more on it, that feeling becomes more bold

Thorough are your detailed thoughts I suppose
I do believe you drink unsweetened coffee
On and on you do prose
My eyes become weary by the second of your presence
You speak such common sense, with such a light that’s dense

You reach outside no borders
You stay quite consistently where you have been
If you were in the middle of the room, looking up
No one would give you the privilege of our ears
My ears are open, yet at the sound of you, they become muffled
dense teacher of mine, oh so dense you are, this is for you
Golden border, with just a crack...
I want to hear your sound,
I want to get it back,
Let me hear your voice once more...
It has a special ring...
With that special ring, only beauties can you sing.

You sing to my heart, and I can feel it deep inside me,
Everything has a uniqueness,
And yours is what drives me,
You have an inner pendulum,
It likes to swing one way,
Before at last it reaches a certain point and will no longer stay,
It will linger for a bit, and then it will go out with coalescence,
It produces something auditory of an angel, a sweet simple essence,
The spell does break, so then it can repeat,
The pendulum will swing back the other way,
But never takes a seat,
My feelings for you grow day by day,
As I get to hear you sing my nights away...
Sweet, simple bell...
You gave me heaven,
But now I'm handed hell
Izzy, you’re honestly so ***, but ill be honest with you, that’s okay :)
Sing me a song,
So I can sing along,
Sing me something sweet
That will lift me from my feet,

Life is dramatic and I need to hear you sing,
Life is chaotic and I need to feel your sting.
I can't handle this agony and absence
My mind is speaking in fragments
My heart is confused and erratic
and my brain feels like an attic
It is cluttered, it is sporatic

I guess in a way it is connected
But my actions don't reflect it
My mind is speaking in fragments with my brain thats like an attic
In a way that makes me seem like an addict

I'm addicted to love
I'm addicted to the feelings it can create
When you truly feel something for someone, no one, not even you can ever relate
Those moments are felt intensely, and you feel in those moments,
immensely

Such powerful love can only end in dissapointment
It will flatline and cause you pain
That pain may vary depending on the depth of love that you may carry
but this pain is something that kills you
you may not die from it (but you very well could) but it kills you
it destroys this idea of this love you thought existed

Your heart will be dormant and empty
It wants to be alive but it can't be
It was fed ideas that can't be
It desires to be those ideas but it just cant be
It's just not that simple and no one will be able to see

I wonder if anyone besides the person in your head ever notices that you are not the same person
That your old person is dead
It's as if the ego was killed, faded, and won't build
It's freezing over, and sometimes it feels like it might uncover
But then you're reminded that it's just too wounded to heal
That you're just not able to feel

Nothing can break the seal,
It's hold is too strong
It's like a scar in your soul,
It may be able to put itself back together,
but it will never be together like it was at the point before,
It will look different despite how hard the body tries to heal,
It is constant and you are reminded of it frequently,
It's always there and is a part of you

I wish I can start over, I wish I can start new
I wish I could experience more and enjoy life a little more, with you,
I want to forget, I want to be able to close that door
But the cold gust from the sealed heart keeps blowing it open

I used to be creative, but now I'm getting dull
My heart is fed up with ice, and it's grumbling, but it's full

The idea of love is such a faded one
It's no longer a thought,
you already thought you had it once,
that it was over and done, and true love was caught

The idea of love was infinite, but now it is a faded one
I can't feel anymore
and I want to feel again
There seems to be this waterfall that flows upon the surface
It starts from the top, and reaches it's lengths to the lowest points
It seems to thrive to find even lower points
Every person contains a world
In every person there is a waterfall
The waterfall only flows when a new point can be reached
Some get tougher and it gets harder to find any place more low
Yet one always arrives.

There seems to be a tree that stands strong at the center of every forest
This tree has lasted so long, but it strength will get weaker
This process can and easily will be sped up
It can be tarnished and broken, but as long as it stands, so does the forest
It's the elder to the being of the trees that it surrounds
As long as it exists, so does the forest,
However, if it may fall, every other part of the forest soon will follow
They all rely on this one tree to keep the forest united and flowing

There seems to be this sky, above everything, and it keeps the trees alive
This sky allows water to be given, and water to be taken
The sky, may be very powerful, but it is quite fragile
It is often attacked more, the longer it exists
There is no escape from every instance that occurs
And every instance that occurs has its own impact.

Tears, the heart, and the mind
It's 9:17.
It's night
And I still go to bed crying
With you on my mind
and I still go to bed in agony
of the memories I re-find
and I still go to bed writing poems filled with pain
because of a constant loss

This loss that remains is constant
and the thought of you stays and is stagnant
The suffering wallows me and the depression follows lead
It's been over a year and honestly I fear that maybe I'm insane to even shed a tear
and to think you don't even have a sense of the time, it's been a year
and when I speak, you barely ever even want to hear

you're wallowing in your own self-doubt and love stories
not thinking about the doubt that you leave in others
what love stories you are a part of and the perspective that they may lead, following you
I remember always rhyming love with true and love with you and quite differently than my heart may tell
true love doesn't come with you, you aren't true, you can't even find truth and meaning in the one constant that you
always fall back to
At times I listen and hope for something new
At times I dream of the skies glistening and I'm thinking
And when i think, my consciousness goes wild with possibilities and fantasies
Some I wish so much can be true
But none of which will ever be when I'm with you
You're a constriction, you hold me back
Oh the possibilities and experiences that I lack
I would be much different, more spirited, and able to crack
To be able to crack from a constraint holding me back, to crack from a shell that has constantly been the persona I take and a constraint of what I'm supposed to do or who I'm supposed to be, but the constraint makes reality feel like hell
To be expected to have to do whatever and follow expectations at a ring of a bell, I am not my own person because I lack the decision to decide
I'm along for someone else's ride and I can do nothing but abide and let the constraints take over and hide
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