Last night I walked alongside the trees,
the woods, frosted over with ice, snow
My boots are new and cheap,
letting in the cold and moisture also
Alone my promises the trees will keep
Although I wish instead the leaves would return
and fall upon me as your love once could
Washing over me, a rythmic pattern
Soothing was your love, my love
Soothing were the words you held
On the palms of your hands,
On the tip of your tongue,
But I was always so young
Too young for love, my love
Last night the wind was soft, gentle
Inside my heart has turned a fossil
Where the blood used to pump
Where my soul used to swell
Now all that is left is to dwell
But dwell I will not, not on you any longer
I have come so much further,
And become so much stronger
Still that fossil lingers on to know,
If things had happened differently,
Would our love have had the chance to grow?
Soothing was your love, my love,
Soothing were the hands you placed
Upon my sides, entwined with my own
Tangled in a mess of cotton sewn,
In a place no longer called your home,
To hold tight to one memory,
Is to ignore all of the rest,
And those that rest upon my chest,
I digress, I cannot dwell upon a mess.
Tonight I lay dormant, in a room, in a cave
It is not mine, it is borrowed, a nightlight shines for me
To breathe, to see, to lay alone inside this home
I cannot call it my own, for youth is all I truly have
Too young for love, my love,
Is what you always said
Little did you know, my love
This love will never cease
This love will never rest
Except inside the fossil
That replaced my heart
Inside my chest.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
Last night I walked alongside the trees,
the woods, frosted over with ice, snow
My boots are new and cheap,
letting in the cold and moisture also
Alone my promises the trees will keep
Although I wish instead the leaves would return
and fall upon me as your love once could
Washing over me, a rythmic pattern
Soothing was your love, my love
Soothing were the words you held
On the palms of your hands,
On the tip of your tongue,
But I was always so young
Too young for love, my love
Last night the wind was soft, gentle
Inside my heart has turned a fossil
Where the blood used to pump
Where my soul used to swell
Now all that is left is to dwell
But dwell I will not, not on you any longer
I have come so much further,
And become so much stronger
Still that fossil lingers on to know,
If things had happened differently,
Would our love have had the chance to grow?
Soothing was your love, my love,
Soothing were the hands you placed
Upon my sides, entwined with my own
Tangled in a mess of cotton sewn,
In a place no longer called your home,
To hold tight to one memory,
Is to ignore all of the rest,
And those that rest upon my chest,
I digress, I cannot dwell upon a mess.
Tonight I lay dormant, in a room, in a cave
It is not mine, it is borrowed, a nightlight shines for me
To breathe, to see, to lay alone inside this home
I cannot call it my own, for youth is all I truly have
Too young for love, my love,
Is what you always said
Little did you know, my love
This love will never cease
This love will never rest
Except inside the fossil
That replaced my heart
Inside my chest.
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