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In gloom I bloom.
It's hard to not give up hope,
When all I've heard over the years is how insufficient i am
It's quite the task to keep my head up, When I've for eternity been held down, By the weight of my own thoughts
It's so easy to feel hollow and sunken and vulnerable,
When all I have is a void that rests right where all my stray thoughts yearn to be
It's like I lost touch with reality, with physicalness
Cause all I have in my mind are phrases of postcards from an imaginary universe
To my ears are whispers from a different existence,
By the warmth of a noble soul, am touched
The soul of someone that made Forbiddeness taste like the fruits of Eden,
Of someone that tore herself open just to dress me up in her seamless skin
Someone in whose eyes I saw all the things I didn't even know I needed
But then I think I made her up in my mind
For warmth is everything I've never felt,
But how is there a hole in my soul where she belonged?
How can i have emptiness where there wasn't fullness once?
It's almost like she was real, Part of me wants her to be
But then just because something is made up of flesh and bones doesn't mean it's tangible, or existent
Sometimes I give too much space to nothing, I think
What wrong lanes do I keep taking, so i keep going round in circles trying to get over this and that other persons?
But then how can i get over someone i never knew?
Forget a touch i never felt?
Sometimes you end up stronger at the broken places
But can you heal in places it never hurt?
Can you forget memories that weren't even yours to make?
Hide in places you haven't visited before?
I just wish for my hands to forget, all that they've touched
Likewise my eyes to unsee, all they've seen
That my ears were only accustomed to the sound of church bells and 6am alarms, I wish
And my..... (oooopps! Ran out of ink)
When all I've heard over the years is how insufficient i am
It's quite the task to keep my head up, When I've for eternity been held down, By the weight of my own thoughts
It's so easy to feel hollow and sunken and vulnerable,
When all I have is a void that rests right where all my stray thoughts yearn to be
It's like I lost touch with reality, with physicalness
Cause all I have in my mind are phrases of postcards from an imaginary universe
To my ears are whispers from a different existence,
By the warmth of a noble soul, am touched
The soul of someone that made Forbiddeness taste like the fruits of Eden,
Of someone that tore herself open just to dress me up in her seamless skin
Someone in whose eyes I saw all the things I didn't even know I needed
But then I think I made her up in my mind
For warmth is everything I've never felt,
But how is there a hole in my soul where she belonged?
How can i have emptiness where there wasn't fullness once?
It's almost like she was real, Part of me wants her to be
But then just because something is made up of flesh and bones doesn't mean it's tangible, or existent
Sometimes I give too much space to nothing, I think
What wrong lanes do I keep taking, so i keep going round in circles trying to get over this and that other persons?
But then how can i get over someone i never knew?
Forget a touch i never felt?
Sometimes you end up stronger at the broken places
But can you heal in places it never hurt?
Can you forget memories that weren't even yours to make?
Hide in places you haven't visited before?
I just wish for my hands to forget, all that they've touched
Likewise my eyes to unsee, all they've seen
That my ears were only accustomed to the sound of church bells and 6am alarms, I wish
And my..... (oooopps! Ran out of ink)
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