When you feel too much
Of what you already have felt
And it repeats
And it beats
Like its stinging in your blood
When your chest hurts
and you can’t explain
How you can always feel it in your veins
And how it’s driving you insane
An ache that runs through your soul
And passing through the core
And turning the inside grey.
One place that will always stay plain
Like a tree split by lightning
That’s been left out in the rain
It can feel the water
Running around inside itself
Wishing the memories that were left
Would just go away
That tree is just like you.
it has too been changed
And that tree knows
some wounds that already healed
Will always remain.
Andrew W.
1-29-20
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
When you feel too much
Of what you already have felt
And it repeats
And it beats
Like its stinging in your blood
When your chest hurts
and you can’t explain
How you can always feel it in your veins
And how it’s driving you insane
An ache that runs through your soul
And passing through the core
And turning the inside grey.
One place that will always stay plain
Like a tree split by lightning
That’s been left out in the rain
It can feel the water
Running around inside itself
Wishing the memories that were left
Would just go away
That tree is just like you.
it has too been changed
And that tree knows
some wounds that already healed
Will always remain.
Andrew W.
1-29-20
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