Arcassin B:
*Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it*
Arcassin B:
*concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it*
Arcassin B:
*sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it*
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC
Arcassin B:
*Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it*
Arcassin B:
*concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it*
Arcassin B:
*sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,*
vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it*
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