What is it that makesmefeel alive
Could it be the way you touch my face
sometimes
in sweet hesitation
or
embarrassed confusion
or
I actually don't know most of the time
The ground invites me everywhere, makesmefeel endless. But only if my heels sink into the soggy paths
Unlimited in any direction
→ ↑ ↓ ← the only requirement is to ask [where]....
Icanfeel myself merging
into the planes above, drawn to the only man in the sky strong enough for the extra weight
I haven't prepared at all, for what might happen
if it rained
and my grip slipped (along with GODs tears)
returning to the place I thought I flew away from
"flew"
right on ↑ with the smoke from your ears, the last exhale of Tink's fairy dust
no one imagined lighting it on fire and sending only their minds, NeverNever to Land again
>>>>>
Hair mademefeel like a doll
MADE OF ROCKS AND BLOCKS AND HARD PLACES
.........remember? dolls are breakable and I don't like glass so I found tough stuff
// But hair //
I could swing it all day and create sound waves → Always wondered if anyone heard the same tune. I cut it, the pitch was too flat and now its High and Mighty
I promised the part that [makesmefeel]
that s l o w is the way to go
so I drove on the right side
looked both ways and would you believe it!
I crashed
but just my car
and the ♥'s of my life said things can be replaced and $$$ isn't everything
so I smiled and sprinkled more dust and let the hurt of guilt strip down to its naked truth
I'll keep trying to make sure my heart
doesn't stop and we can all
carry on
for see, while sometimes
what [makesmefeel] can get confused,
it's happy
---loaded with images and dinners for two and promises
my friends make to each other and a glamorous glowing
most of all its nervous about the long run
I've never ventured without shoes
and it's all so rocky-not like the yachts on a bad day
but the way rapids plan their jogging trials
and all the sights all the sounds
all the finger ****** and cotton
the cheats and final laps
ribbons and red pens
all the gentle brushstrokes and chafing
that's what makesmefeel alive
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
What is it that makesmefeel alive
Could it be the way you touch my face
sometimes
in sweet hesitation
or
embarrassed confusion
or
I actually don't know most of the time
The ground invites me everywhere, makesmefeel endless. But only if my heels sink into the soggy paths
Unlimited in any direction
→ ↑ ↓ ← the only requirement is to ask [where]....
Icanfeel myself merging
into the planes above, drawn to the only man in the sky strong enough for the extra weight
I haven't prepared at all, for what might happen
if it rained
and my grip slipped (along with GODs tears)
returning to the place I thought I flew away from
"flew"
right on ↑ with the smoke from your ears, the last exhale of Tink's fairy dust
no one imagined lighting it on fire and sending only their minds, NeverNever to Land again
>>>>>
Hair mademefeel like a doll
MADE OF ROCKS AND BLOCKS AND HARD PLACES
.........remember? dolls are breakable and I don't like glass so I found tough stuff
// But hair //
I could swing it all day and create sound waves → Always wondered if anyone heard the same tune. I cut it, the pitch was too flat and now its High and Mighty
I promised the part that [makesmefeel]
that s l o w is the way to go
so I drove on the right side
looked both ways and would you believe it!
I crashed
but just my car
and the ♥'s of my life said things can be replaced and $$$ isn't everything
so I smiled and sprinkled more dust and let the hurt of guilt strip down to its naked truth
I'll keep trying to make sure my heart
doesn't stop and we can all
carry on
for see, while sometimes
what [makesmefeel] can get confused,
it's happy
---loaded with images and dinners for two and promises
my friends make to each other and a glamorous glowing
most of all its nervous about the long run
I've never ventured without shoes
and it's all so rocky-not like the yachts on a bad day
but the way rapids plan their jogging trials
and all the sights all the sounds
all the finger ****** and cotton
the cheats and final laps
ribbons and red pens
all the gentle brushstrokes and chafing
that's what makesmefeel alive
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