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''I might take the shoes off, Still, I remember all our walks. I might have a new pen, Yet I remember every little plan. I might be tough, Still, every time I look up to the sky, I see your laugh. I lied to people about my favourite flower, Because I always recall the day you gave me a wildflower. The sun is shining while I'm standing on the ice Why isn't it melting? **** it, I always hated playing dice. Repeating over and over, the same cycle every day Just makes it too hard to stay. I'm just going to lay... But every time I see the moon, it makes me want to see you soon. All I want to do is catch a train And hope for the evening to rain. Do you understand me? I mean, how can I be understood When I explain with running words hidden under a hood? How will you get me, When all my thoughts are running barefoot through the woods? Where is my blanket? Where is my pillow? Are my jeans too tight? Maybe I need to find the light, Because I don't want to fight anymore So I’ll just open my door. I can’t find my blanket or my pillow. There’s no tree to offer me some shade. Maybe... I'm the willow.''
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Shade That Never Came
''I might take the shoes off, Still, I remember all our walks. I might have a new pen, Yet I remember every little plan. I might be tough, Still, every time I look up to the sky, I see your laugh. I lied to people about my favourite flower, Because I always recall the day you gave me a wildflower. The sun is shining while I'm standing on the ice Why isn't it melting? **** it, I always hated playing dice. Repeating over and over, the same cycle every day Just makes it too hard to stay. I'm just going to lay... But every time I see the moon, it makes me want to see you soon. All I want to do is catch a train And hope for the evening to rain. Do you understand me? I mean, how can I be understood When I explain with running words hidden under a hood? How will you get me, When all my thoughts are running barefoot through the woods? Where is my blanket? Where is my pillow? Are my jeans too tight? Maybe I need to find the light, Because I don't want to fight anymore So I’ll just open my door. I can’t find my blanket or my pillow. There’s no tree to offer me some shade. Maybe... I'm the willow.''
In the abscence of shade, something quietly unfolds.
#longing#haunt#willow#echo#veil
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dua-lamari
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
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