ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
   ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ
   ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs sᴇᴇɴ ɪᴛ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀs ɪᴛ ʙʟᴇᴅ?  

ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴇs
   ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀɪᴅ
   ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ
ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ?
It's not good for me, but I do it anyway.
Do you recall
The feeling of fall
With burning leaves
Dancing trees
And a breeze that pervades through all?

Do you remember
The chill of winter
That quiet slumber
And smell of lumber
As you sleep by the fireplace's dying embers?

Do you sing
With the thought of spring
And its blooming flowers
The cheesy lovers
That smile as the wedding bells ring?

Do you honor
The handsome summer
In its endurance
The assurance
And oppression of its motherly warmth

Do you feel
As if life isn't real
That all you see is a dream
That you may fall from the seams
Of the universe?

Even if everything is nothing
And our actions are but indistinguishable vibrations
Upon the vast lake of stars

Is it too much to ask
To remain asleep
And live in my fantasies
Superficial or deep?

And reap what I sow?
And decide to stop or go?
And live as I please?
And be who I want to be?
Do not be ashamed
Of your imperfections,
Of your fear, and your guilt
Even roughest concrete can catch the rain
The smallest peices of sky,
And embrace it, along with the pain
That comes with catching others
The scraping of hands
And the skinning of knees,
The rain falls fresh
And the concrete
Cradles the tears
In rough palms,
Holding
Our own tears
Other's tears
And the rain
Nature and man meeting
The fear and the calm intertwining
To create
something
comforting,
something
like
Concrete
and rain.
The roughest concrete was made for the rain.
The beginning of
something beautiful
something brand new.

Electric blue skies
charcoal etched into my palms
the birth of new dreams.
Everything starts from somewhere.
I speak
About hating
How I speak
I have feelings
About my extreme
Lack of feeling
I find myself
In all the ways
I've lost myself
Machines gain souls
Once they've realized
They are machines
My head hides in my hands
And I don't want to see
The glares, the stares,
The way you all look at me,
The fear and the hate
Both taste bittersweet,
And with my heart in my hands
I'm ready to leave.
Some things terrify me.
Rain on window
Window on rain
I want to taste the rain
Behind the glass
But the rain never lasts
And all I can see is the dark
Only dark and rain
And I can't help but be afraid
Of what waits outside
Behind the blurred water
That drips down my windowpane.
I've been staring at the rain, maybe too much.
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