I remember once when I was small
I’d cut the strands of my hair because they were too long
I’d used to paint my ****** features with waxy substances
But found that too tiresome
Words pained them instead.
I remember turning fear into a form of anger
For every creepy crawly that walced into my door
Deserved every shoe I could toss on the floor
I remember turning a very innocent crush
Into multiple stories that I’d tell myself once the night settled in
And I remember the feel of disappointment when I grew older
To know those stories never came into fruition
And I remember the feel of sadness when I lost myself into that imaginative world.
That knowledge that place wasn’t real
That knowledge that they weren’t real
I remember not so long ago someone once said the mad dreamed up a place
Because they ran away from what they did not want to face
Because the strange understood the way of the world
So perhaps all those strands I tossed out in the beginning
Were the strands that could lead me
To the world that could be
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
I remember once when I was small
I’d cut the strands of my hair because they were too long
I’d used to paint my ****** features with waxy substances
But found that too tiresome
Words pained them instead.
I remember turning fear into a form of anger
For every creepy crawly that walced into my door
Deserved every shoe I could toss on the floor
I remember turning a very innocent crush
Into multiple stories that I’d tell myself once the night settled in
And I remember the feel of disappointment when I grew older
To know those stories never came into fruition
And I remember the feel of sadness when I lost myself into that imaginative world.
That knowledge that place wasn’t real
That knowledge that they weren’t real
I remember not so long ago someone once said the mad dreamed up a place
Because they ran away from what they did not want to face
Because the strange understood the way of the world
So perhaps all those strands I tossed out in the beginning
Were the strands that could lead me
To the world that could be
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