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You are the color brown. It’s silly but when you say It’s cuz I’m brown huh, I’m smiling for another reason. You are open to the summer sky, Free feeling like my favorite season. The ground under stumbling feet. Ready to catch me, Your stable reserved soft so warm. You are all around me, Awe inspiring astounding. Leave me calm and centered, and heart pounding. You’re the heat, flickering in front of me. Flames fluttering, spontaneous, the smell of musk, earth and sweet smoke, Swirling, and taking me in. Words unafraid to be spoke You spoke then, Whispers of the truth, You know I’m broken. Coals warm and glowing. It’s the words you give to me, No it’s the subtle sway in your walk, It’s the sincere sound of your voice, That one look when you talk. No none’s lost in gest , Its that feeling I have deep in my chest. When I cry , and you don’t reach, Because you love me. It’s in the way you never called, Hopped in the car to get me. Let it be said I can’t know What you feel, but I know, That you love me, I can’t begin to know What you gave in hopes that right now I’d be happy. If I could say one thing , And have you know that I mean it. Whisper one truth in the hopes that you’d see it . I never chose him because you weren’t worth it. I would give you my heart, But half has been engaged, Now I’m lost in myself choked by the haze. And I say it again, My choice was made for me, I cannot win; I guess I’ll just say, You’re just barely more than my very good friend.
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Confessions to the brown kid
You are the color brown. It’s silly but when you say It’s cuz I’m brown huh, I’m smiling for another reason. You are open to the summer sky, Free feeling like my favorite season. The ground under stumbling feet. Ready to catch me, Your stable reserved soft so warm. You are all around me, Awe inspiring astounding. Leave me calm and centered, and heart pounding. You’re the heat, flickering in front of me. Flames fluttering, spontaneous, the smell of musk, earth and sweet smoke, Swirling, and taking me in. Words unafraid to be spoke You spoke then, Whispers of the truth, You know I’m broken. Coals warm and glowing. It’s the words you give to me, No it’s the subtle sway in your walk, It’s the sincere sound of your voice, That one look when you talk. No none’s lost in gest , Its that feeling I have deep in my chest. When I cry , and you don’t reach, Because you love me. It’s in the way you never called, Hopped in the car to get me. Let it be said I can’t know What you feel, but I know, That you love me, I can’t begin to know What you gave in hopes that right now I’d be happy. If I could say one thing , And have you know that I mean it. Whisper one truth in the hopes that you’d see it . I never chose him because you weren’t worth it. I would give you my heart, But half has been engaged, Now I’m lost in myself choked by the haze. And I say it again, My choice was made for me, I cannot win; I guess I’ll just say, You’re just barely more than my very good friend.
tearani-c
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
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