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Snow sits on the branches of dead trees like it's meant to be there And it just sits but It works No one questions it We talked to each other on the phone for 5 hours straight without running out of conversation A lot like last Friday night when not so sober dialogue brought true feelings to the surface And I had to swim through it to get to you But that was alright Because I'm a **** good swimmer But even your words spit out of you like poetry when you speak about God or lack thereof And I just wish that I could unravel into you like a deity of the heart But let's not get too attached Right? What happens when what starts as talking about your wildest dreams to your best friend turns into ballsy conversation that is long overdue You've always been better than me at poetry and saying what you really wanna say Words fall out of you on cue catching me off guard without even having to think about it Well what if I told you that last weekend I felt euphoric for a while And euphoria did a lot for me Euphoria inspired me And euphoria took me to work without complaints And euphoria fed me only what I wanted to eat Only the richest of cuisines Because you make me feel Nothing less than euphoric I find it funny that you think I'm intelligent Like how Nothing gets by me And when you say things just know That I'm an analyst And you better bet I'll scrape out a double meaning that might not be there But for now The snow will continue to fall And as those crystals sit silently on the trees I will continue to fall Continue to feel Euphoric
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Euphoric
Snow sits on the branches of dead trees like it's meant to be there And it just sits but It works No one questions it We talked to each other on the phone for 5 hours straight without running out of conversation A lot like last Friday night when not so sober dialogue brought true feelings to the surface And I had to swim through it to get to you But that was alright Because I'm a **** good swimmer But even your words spit out of you like poetry when you speak about God or lack thereof And I just wish that I could unravel into you like a deity of the heart But let's not get too attached Right? What happens when what starts as talking about your wildest dreams to your best friend turns into ballsy conversation that is long overdue You've always been better than me at poetry and saying what you really wanna say Words fall out of you on cue catching me off guard without even having to think about it Well what if I told you that last weekend I felt euphoric for a while And euphoria did a lot for me Euphoria inspired me And euphoria took me to work without complaints And euphoria fed me only what I wanted to eat Only the richest of cuisines Because you make me feel Nothing less than euphoric I find it funny that you think I'm intelligent Like how Nothing gets by me And when you say things just know That I'm an analyst And you better bet I'll scrape out a double meaning that might not be there But for now The snow will continue to fall And as those crystals sit silently on the trees I will continue to fall Continue to feel Euphoric
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julia-marie-wagner
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
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