I think the best thing I can do now
is prepare to take a bow.
let you go and let you be
but I still think I hear you sing for me.
somewhere else, somewhere deep
maybe somewhere else where we are free,
maybe somewhere else where we are happy…
when I was scared and lonely,
you started humming your melody.
I heard the dreams and the possibilities…the beauty of what could be.
I searched and searched!
I heard you first but
I turned into dirt.
I didn’t believe
the song was anything but a stupid dream.
that who I heard was an imaginary friend,
some song my mind made intended to mend.
then I found you
and it was then i knew…
I finally met the man who made the tune.
heart starts to stutter
mind gets the tingles
feelings linger longer
souls start to mingle
we traveled far and fast
with barely any gas
but
where we once would tesselate,
there is now an impenetrable gate.
a place I cannot go, a place I can not know.
a place meant for those
who saw the value in clothes.
oh, how it feels to be torn at the seams!
I cannot watch you grieve all the possibilities.
I cannot watch you try and die.
die
die
die
inside.
so i’ll wait for my ride
one
last
time.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
I think the best thing I can do now
is prepare to take a bow.
let you go and let you be
but I still think I hear you sing for me.
somewhere else, somewhere deep
maybe somewhere else where we are free,
maybe somewhere else where we are happy…
when I was scared and lonely,
you started humming your melody.
I heard the dreams and the possibilities…the beauty of what could be.
I searched and searched!
I heard you first but
I turned into dirt.
I didn’t believe
the song was anything but a stupid dream.
that who I heard was an imaginary friend,
some song my mind made intended to mend.
then I found you
and it was then i knew…
I finally met the man who made the tune.
heart starts to stutter
mind gets the tingles
feelings linger longer
souls start to mingle
we traveled far and fast
with barely any gas
but
where we once would tesselate,
there is now an impenetrable gate.
a place I cannot go, a place I can not know.
a place meant for those
who saw the value in clothes.
oh, how it feels to be torn at the seams!
I cannot watch you grieve all the possibilities.
I cannot watch you try and die.
die
die
die
inside.
so i’ll wait for my ride
one
last
time.
2am 11/4/25
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