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*To the whispering trees I tell my darkest secrets With my hungry sight* And they understand And as I walk through The sound of ticking clock With my hands In my pockets full of sand I realize I give no love To this world And no love I get back I just stare. And I think... Think... Think. Why's the sound so hollow? Am I here? And the clock stopped ticking Trees weren't whispering anymore Waves ate what was left Of my wrinkled soul Now I'm a flinching body With a case of thoughts Have you ever listened? Lazy silence Heavy breath of what's unsaid Running through the foggy gardens Ops... So I swallowed my own hand Reached for heart that wasn't mine Snatched it out and bottled up And just threw it to the ocean No, I haven't. Have I?
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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*To the whispering trees I tell my darkest secrets With my hungry sight* And they understand And as I walk through The sound of ticking clock With my hands In my pockets full of sand I realize I give no love To this world And no love I get back I just stare. And I think... Think... Think. Why's the sound so hollow? Am I here? And the clock stopped ticking Trees weren't whispering anymore Waves ate what was left Of my wrinkled soul Now I'm a flinching body With a case of thoughts Have you ever listened? Lazy silence Heavy breath of what's unsaid Running through the foggy gardens Ops... So I swallowed my own hand Reached for heart that wasn't mine Snatched it out and bottled up And just threw it to the ocean No, I haven't. Have I?
#sad#weird#surreal#imaginary#nostalgy
czarek-kortylewski
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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