What is it that compels me?
That drives me? That inspires me?
Against all logic and better judgment,
I am drawn to you like the water is to the moon.
It is as if im being pulled from my center,
Something deep in my chest guides me,
I'm watching myself from the outside,
Begging myself to stop, and knowing I cant.
I wear movies on my eyes,
Seeing memories non existent,
Feeling feelings a writer has written,
I have formed a world vaguely connected to this one.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
What is it that compels me?
That drives me? That inspires me?
Against all logic and better judgment,
I am drawn to you like the water is to the moon.
It is as if im being pulled from my center,
Something deep in my chest guides me,
I'm watching myself from the outside,
Begging myself to stop, and knowing I cant.
I wear movies on my eyes,
Seeing memories non existent,
Feeling feelings a writer has written,
I have formed a world vaguely connected to this one.
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