I love you, but I hate not being independent
I feel stuck with you when you're gone
And free when you're here
But you'll be back baby, the school years almost here
There's nothing to fear darling, we're in this together dear
I'm trying to sing my heart out, but the notes sound a bit confused
It sounds like my past, because my heart's been a bit bruised
Good thing about those bruises is they faded, I'll never forget though, that's how we learn darling, though
Sometimes this summer can feel a little jaded
When I'm trying to act like I'm fine, I could tell you I'm becoming a bit chraraded
Taking who I am, taking it, and grenading it
It's all part of falling, your adrenalines up here, and the winds blowing through your hair, just hold on, don't ever hit the ground
Even when you're feeling a bit confounded
All the memories around you are surrounding, ghosts around you shrouding
Just take them to the grave, you're brave dear, don't let it be crowding near
We'll be alright at the end of this summertime drought
So don't you pout, cause the clouds may look a bit dark now but the new season will bring rain and reason
The way you feel, don't deem it as treason, it's easy to drift, just lift your chin up, girl, endure the season, with me.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
I love you, but I hate not being independent
I feel stuck with you when you're gone
And free when you're here
But you'll be back baby, the school years almost here
There's nothing to fear darling, we're in this together dear
I'm trying to sing my heart out, but the notes sound a bit confused
It sounds like my past, because my heart's been a bit bruised
Good thing about those bruises is they faded, I'll never forget though, that's how we learn darling, though
Sometimes this summer can feel a little jaded
When I'm trying to act like I'm fine, I could tell you I'm becoming a bit chraraded
Taking who I am, taking it, and grenading it
It's all part of falling, your adrenalines up here, and the winds blowing through your hair, just hold on, don't ever hit the ground
Even when you're feeling a bit confounded
All the memories around you are surrounding, ghosts around you shrouding
Just take them to the grave, you're brave dear, don't let it be crowding near
We'll be alright at the end of this summertime drought
So don't you pout, cause the clouds may look a bit dark now but the new season will bring rain and reason
The way you feel, don't deem it as treason, it's easy to drift, just lift your chin up, girl, endure the season, with me.
Request permission to use this poem