By Arcassin Burnham
loving how your feeling when you look at me.
memories of you my eyes can't unsee.
special like the woods that we use to run in.
emotions felt sturdy when we were just friends.
it hurt so bad when you left me now.
I couldn't get you back,not even somehow.
did you get enough of me, but not feel nothing.
you're glad you turned your back on something.
/
Especially when your not the one
I find attractive,
I'm stuck beyond two souls and a cracked
Giant boulder, captive,
The eye of the beholder,
Watch me fall for something quite older,
Even in line of being lost is progression,
I hardly got the message,
The ice is really thick but it melts quite quick,
And your time runs out,
Now the fires are lit,
And you've wondered what you missed,
In your life,
Is it right?
It was never wrong,
You'll do anything for i-tunes songs, but you,
Just bootleg them,
Lost and found , like soul collective,
Oil color with prospective,
You're an artist not retrospective.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
loving how your feeling when you look at me.
memories of you my eyes can't unsee.
special like the woods that we use to run in.
emotions felt sturdy when we were just friends.
it hurt so bad when you left me now.
I couldn't get you back,not even somehow.
did you get enough of me, but not feel nothing.
you're glad you turned your back on something.
/
Especially when your not the one
I find attractive,
I'm stuck beyond two souls and a cracked
Giant boulder, captive,
The eye of the beholder,
Watch me fall for something quite older,
Even in line of being lost is progression,
I hardly got the message,
The ice is really thick but it melts quite quick,
And your time runs out,
Now the fires are lit,
And you've wondered what you missed,
In your life,
Is it right?
It was never wrong,
You'll do anything for i-tunes songs, but you,
Just bootleg them,
Lost and found , like soul collective,
Oil color with prospective,
You're an artist not retrospective.
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