by Arcassin Burnham


Am I alive or just breathing in a dead corpse,
The silence is where my heart use to be,
God coming through for me,
Harvested the honey tree,
O! How I was just a simpleton to everyone's superiority
In bashfulness and disloyalty,
But I'm me,
What about you,
Like what about you,
I don't like you,
You didn't believe in me when I was kicked down on the
Ground with a hundred feet stomping me,
Doing things for myself is always the best company,
I wondered what I would've done if I hadn't been just doing
Things for me,
It's the best cup of tea,
That myself gave to me ....... of that makes any sense,
I don't know maybe this is my cure after all.

To you
     who are afraid of heights
   Not because you're afraid to fall
   But because you're afraid
     you will not know how to get down
   Because sometimes you need to
     when you've been way way up
               You can keep chasing the stars
               But you will need to feel the ground
               Don't lose someone who makes you feel so.

Sounds of your flaws disrupt tress with once gentle moves.

Now they shade other aspects of movements.

Hot summer, flowers green from the rains.

In bloom effect you should try this spot out.

I fell, far far to the ground.

Far, I fell for you.

Far down there I drowned,

with neither time or view.

I wanted to know how you feel.

But you hid it a riddle.

I don't know what is real,

so I'm stuck in the middle.

If you had said no

I'd die under the water

If our relation could never grow,

I'd give myself to slaughter.

leaves of many hues
were strewn on the park-land's ground
as fall confetti

the leaves never get angry to the wind even making them fall
the ground always humble even the rain pouring the water on it







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