Flowing
I miss not worrying about
anything at all,
I miss being ok on my own;
Now I’m busy thinking;
I want to but I can’t
once again become numb;
Flowing like ice in my veins
tidal waves crash;
Fragments of who I once was
rebuilt into a brighter vision;
Emotions of a falling star
too much for the likes of me;
Keeping company with shadows
no one there nothing to see,
but it was always so easy;
Flowing like ice in my veins
tidal waves crash;
Fragments of who I once was
rebuilt into a brighter vision;
Heavy is the price
of flushed paint;
When you realize it’s tricky
to maintain the color;
With your handprints on my mind
it’s simpler to remain broken.
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