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tiamac  Aug 2018
tiamac Aug 2018
take me back to
the home of hyyge
and green apple ice cream
and castles and danishes and street art
take me back to
the musik in Tivoli
the sweetest smelling tulips
and the buildings so bright it makes your teeth hurt
take me back to
and yellow bicycles
and socks with ruffles
take me back
Where the wind ruffles my hair
The rain kisses my lips
The sunrays embraces to keep me warm
And the serenity makes me break into a song
Or just a simple humming and wiggling
Where I can lie on the grass to catch my breath
And for hours watch the birds fly
And watch the kids play
Where the innocence once more beats in me
That I run up to them just to taste the shear joy in playing
Where I can spontaneously plunge into a river and then decide Whether to drink it's purity or drown in it's abyssal depth
Or just watch my reflection on its glistening surface
And drift off to distant thoughts with the shepherd's kulning
Where the farthest stars lead me to my deepest emotions
Where the silence of the dark night awakens my soul
There I'll make my bed
On the grass under the sky
And not sleep a wink
For I'll be already living in my sweetest dream
Maybe I'm alive
Maybe I'm a lie
Maybe I'ma die
Maybe I'ma dive
Off the deep end
Well that depends
How deep your sins
Hold em close
Theyll never know
If you never tell them so
They'll never grow
If you never let them go

Like dandelions shuffle through gusts
A man behind a lie ruffles up husks
Like a bull with no tusks
Who could give a ****

Honestly I.
Work, sweat, bleed and cry.
Lost track of why
Probably cause it is I is who I lie beside
Haa this guy ^
Is who I try to hide
But it's dark inside
Wish I could dance like the raindrops
On your window that wiggle light
When you giggle I just might
Fall back in __
Better to die within
Than to have my heart broken again

So hey, I smile and I joke
Drift home to find
There's no love in this dope
A few know this false hope
Is sometimes the only cope
In mechanisms ambition burns
Turning talent into ashes
Can't tell you what I'm askin
Just please don't stop answerin

I'm just a lonely cancer and
This is how I feel.
Too much.
-Luca Ivaldi
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