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What can’t be seen Holds us down What can’t be spoken Is the weight in which we drown I feel it haunting me The only take away I truly weigh Is everything between the words you say I’m stuck Here on Earth You, the sun I realize your worth Though with recognition I’m done I want to feel! Give me your warmth, make it real! Make your pauses incarnate That look in your eye, honor it! Yes, I understand You’ve presented the framework My feet are planted firmly on land But I’ve seen you melt mountains Dry up whole streams and fountains Ushered in new life and hope A daily cycle, though more grand in scope I’m begging Tell me I’m wrong But I believe you’ve left out Half your song The part where I belong The part where I stop witnessing And start contributing The part where I sprout wings And join you in the sky Hovering I hear a few yes’s and a couple no’s Your voice is as perfect as ever But it cuts out and implication grows Bookended by your breath, time lasts forever Away from the sun my life is bound I’ve only ever made it a few feet off the ground The parts that keep me from you Are when you don’t make a sound Reality or perception? Regardless My hell I wish that **** apple never fell
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
The Nuances Of Your Words Are Like Gravity
What can’t be seen Holds us down What can’t be spoken Is the weight in which we drown I feel it haunting me The only take away I truly weigh Is everything between the words you say I’m stuck Here on Earth You, the sun I realize your worth Though with recognition I’m done I want to feel! Give me your warmth, make it real! Make your pauses incarnate That look in your eye, honor it! Yes, I understand You’ve presented the framework My feet are planted firmly on land But I’ve seen you melt mountains Dry up whole streams and fountains Ushered in new life and hope A daily cycle, though more grand in scope I’m begging Tell me I’m wrong But I believe you’ve left out Half your song The part where I belong The part where I stop witnessing And start contributing The part where I sprout wings And join you in the sky Hovering I hear a few yes’s and a couple no’s Your voice is as perfect as ever But it cuts out and implication grows Bookended by your breath, time lasts forever Away from the sun my life is bound I’ve only ever made it a few feet off the ground The parts that keep me from you Are when you don’t make a sound Reality or perception? Regardless My hell I wish that **** apple never fell
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david-fauntleroy
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Spokane, WA
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
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