Dig deep he said
But I couldnt
This feeling cant be forced
Grab a shovel he said
My emotions are 6 feet under
To complex to understand
Each dig in the dirt
Is peeling back a layer of my skin
Its hurts
These feelings that are buried inside
But not by choice
My inspiration and I use to breathe in the same air
Since he's been gone
Not dead..he just moved on
It's been difficult to harvest words
To make it make sense
Now standing in front of this grave
With a pile of words fitting my emotional description to the right side
Not now
I'll get back to this later
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
Dig deep he said
But I couldnt
This feeling cant be forced
Grab a shovel he said
My emotions are 6 feet under
To complex to understand
Each dig in the dirt
Is peeling back a layer of my skin
Its hurts
These feelings that are buried inside
But not by choice
My inspiration and I use to breathe in the same air
Since he's been gone
Not dead..he just moved on
It's been difficult to harvest words
To make it make sense
Now standing in front of this grave
With a pile of words fitting my emotional description to the right side
Not now
I'll get back to this later
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