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The ground reaches out to catch me
softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft.
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing
they tried to take me out, hooks in my mouth
listen to me when I say "ouch"
I want something soft.
So I give in to the fall, fall, fall
I need something soft,
down feathers over rocks
I died and I land with both of my hands
in the mud, the mud
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
and continue to fall, fall
Burning like a dying star,
evasive weeds rooted in my heart
set in a crooked trajectory
the journey here was hard,
I was almost pulled apart
tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
The forest reaches out to guide me
blue firepaths of willow-wisps
illuminate the darkness's old tricks
I'm nobody's captive.
I asked them not to kill me, politely
they drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
I washed up on a seaglass shores
I'm nobody's captive.
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
and continue to fall, fall
Burning like a dying star,
evasive weeds rooted in my heart
set in a crooked trajectory
the journey here was hard,
I was almost pullled apart
tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
Burning like a dying star,
evasive weeds rooted in my heart
set in a crooked trajectory
the journey here was hard,
I was almost pulled apart
tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
The ground reaches out to catch me
softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft.
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Memoires of an everchanging spirit
Poetry„Memoir" (french: memory) //unfortunately, I can't turn off the swirling thoughts and memories in my head, but at the same time there is so much I never want to forget this is my life and I want to remember how I felt during these crucial moments w...
