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[Verse I:] I cannot always tend to the love I’m parched and faded on my own chasing dreams I can’t get a hold of crumbling through the journey of the unknown I'm trying to get out of this hole; To dig through the other side. It's out of control, I know Only thing keeping me strong is pride. [Chorus:] I hope love is smaller than this to grow on its own bloom in the shade to be there when I am alone I’m surrounded, ensnared smothered from above make me tiny enough so I can fit in the love [Verse II:] The city is wired so tight, constantly on. It’s charges weaving patterns I cannot see. Somedays I fall, I’m nearly gone, Unable to stay above the waves of electricity. But the love, can it be wound, It’s tick humming me to sleep. Or is it's life so unkind It would dare leave me incomplete [Bridge:] Is love set, ready to chime on command? Does it sleep with the moon and wake with the sun? Does is dance with the snow and smile with the bud? Does it walk a long with death hand in hand? [Verse III:] And over time the love can ripen and blush, and it's vines come peaking out my sleeves, But until then, can I poke it deep down into the earth in my chest and just leave. To just take a sip and have it wake me up would make me fear for what’s next to come, But I would lick my lips, getting every drop, For both of us to jump and succomb. [Chorus:] I hope love is smaller than this to grow on its own bloom in the shade to be there when I am alone I’m surrounded, ensnared smothered from above make me tiny enough so I can fit in the love
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Fit In The Love
[Verse I:] I cannot always tend to the love I’m parched and faded on my own chasing dreams I can’t get a hold of crumbling through the journey of the unknown I'm trying to get out of this hole; To dig through the other side. It's out of control, I know Only thing keeping me strong is pride. [Chorus:] I hope love is smaller than this to grow on its own bloom in the shade to be there when I am alone I’m surrounded, ensnared smothered from above make me tiny enough so I can fit in the love [Verse II:] The city is wired so tight, constantly on. It’s charges weaving patterns I cannot see. Somedays I fall, I’m nearly gone, Unable to stay above the waves of electricity. But the love, can it be wound, It’s tick humming me to sleep. Or is it's life so unkind It would dare leave me incomplete [Bridge:] Is love set, ready to chime on command? Does it sleep with the moon and wake with the sun? Does is dance with the snow and smile with the bud? Does it walk a long with death hand in hand? [Verse III:] And over time the love can ripen and blush, and it's vines come peaking out my sleeves, But until then, can I poke it deep down into the earth in my chest and just leave. To just take a sip and have it wake me up would make me fear for what’s next to come, But I would lick my lips, getting every drop, For both of us to jump and succomb. [Chorus:] I hope love is smaller than this to grow on its own bloom in the shade to be there when I am alone I’m surrounded, ensnared smothered from above make me tiny enough so I can fit in the love
I am a singer songwriter, so naturally this "poem" is intended to be a song, so forgive the notes pointing out the verses, choruses, etc. However, this is a first draft and I would love critiques, however brutal or constructive they could be. Thank you, AM
#love#self#growing#tired#easy#sustaining
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
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