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most of the time thinking about you is a perpetual sun burn spreading down through my arms and leaking out from my fingertips whether that is a good or bad thing, i am still yet to figure out my love for you is endless i tend to fear the fearless worry is relentless and i am pathetic i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me these people here don’t understand shoving verses and false faith down my throat until i choke until i die we create our own fears so why do we fear them? i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me so many things are happening and all we do is stop and stare and wait and hope for more what arrogant pieces of **** humans are now i am on a train full of dead people some sleeping some looking out the window, thinking thoughts without points or angles or boundaries lost souls searching for someone to sail across their hearts (instead of just dipping their toes in and deciding for themselves that it’s too cold for a swim) i am here to tell you that i knew everything i know everything i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me i love the moment when i put on my glasses i can see the world in so much vivid, beautiful clarity beyond what i can imagine i am afraid to move because i might cough up a novel i hear i hear i hear your voice whispering from somewhere not yet discovered i am afraid to speak because what if i speak too loudly THE AIR SMELLS SO GOOD AND THE WIND CHILL IS JUST RIGHT AND WOW YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL WHILE GAZING AT THE MOON i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sidewalk talking i have 6 dollars in my wallet and legs made for walking if you can’t face reality then teeth it it is twilight 1am birds are chirping there is a lightning storm across the sky awaiting the first rainfall if these morse code messages aren’t enough to live for then i don’t know what is i am alive under the sun it kisses my skin like your lips on mine a burn so good something to remember and i hear your voice whispering old familiar tunes humming to the beat this poem we have created somewhere within the depths of me
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
depths of me
most of the time thinking about you is a perpetual sun burn spreading down through my arms and leaking out from my fingertips whether that is a good or bad thing, i am still yet to figure out my love for you is endless i tend to fear the fearless worry is relentless and i am pathetic i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me these people here don’t understand shoving verses and false faith down my throat until i choke until i die we create our own fears so why do we fear them? i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me so many things are happening and all we do is stop and stare and wait and hope for more what arrogant pieces of **** humans are now i am on a train full of dead people some sleeping some looking out the window, thinking thoughts without points or angles or boundaries lost souls searching for someone to sail across their hearts (instead of just dipping their toes in and deciding for themselves that it’s too cold for a swim) i am here to tell you that i knew everything i know everything i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me i love the moment when i put on my glasses i can see the world in so much vivid, beautiful clarity beyond what i can imagine i am afraid to move because i might cough up a novel i hear i hear i hear your voice whispering from somewhere not yet discovered i am afraid to speak because what if i speak too loudly THE AIR SMELLS SO GOOD AND THE WIND CHILL IS JUST RIGHT AND WOW YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL WHILE GAZING AT THE MOON i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sidewalk talking i have 6 dollars in my wallet and legs made for walking if you can’t face reality then teeth it it is twilight 1am birds are chirping there is a lightning storm across the sky awaiting the first rainfall if these morse code messages aren’t enough to live for then i don’t know what is i am alive under the sun it kisses my skin like your lips on mine a burn so good something to remember and i hear your voice whispering old familiar tunes humming to the beat this poem we have created somewhere within the depths of me
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neko
American
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
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