I am not accustomed to feelings of longing
As it is now not from a person
I stand on the creaking logs in the middle of a swamp's river
Balancing to remain afloat
I watch from a distance
Sitting on my rain cloud
As my acid raindrops on your safe haven homeland
I have hidden my heart under these planks
And the beating is like black and yellow sparks
Screaming in my ear
"Now,"
They shriek,
"Now."
I'm like an artist staring at a canvas
The rainbows swirl in my mind
But there is no shadow
There is no story.?
I watch the band from below
I shower them with photos
And they ask me to be there
Again and again
I watch from the wood
Longing to be in the rainbow rain
I describe the floorboards
Because that is all I know.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
I am not accustomed to feelings of longing
As it is now not from a person
I stand on the creaking logs in the middle of a swamp's river
Balancing to remain afloat
I watch from a distance
Sitting on my rain cloud
As my acid raindrops on your safe haven homeland
I have hidden my heart under these planks
And the beating is like black and yellow sparks
Screaming in my ear
"Now,"
They shriek,
"Now."
I'm like an artist staring at a canvas
The rainbows swirl in my mind
But there is no shadow
There is no story.?
I watch the band from below
I shower them with photos
And they ask me to be there
Again and again
I watch from the wood
Longing to be in the rainbow rain
I describe the floorboards
Because that is all I know.
"And all I can sing about are the floorboards backstage." - SOFIA ISELLA