Pull me straight up to the surface
Drag me on up by the arms
Swiftly leave me gasping for breath
So hard to catch when you can't chase
A steady beat deep in the ears
The tell-tale sign of life still living
It's all that can be heard it seems
Thoughts don't need to be thought just yet
If only you listen to the percussion














Devious Comments
Comments
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"Dear Ambellina the Prise will chose you to watch over me [burn your wings]."
But now I have to pause my FTSK so I can read it for real.
It's a shorty, but that's okay. Imagery=beautiful. So jealous of the imagery of others. I wish I had that talent. But this is about your poem, not me.
It flows in a way that leaves you gasping for breath--like an emotional, literary roller coaster--in the same way that a brilliant instrumental piece does. Wonderful.
I like.
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I know I should be happy but I'm just scared instead
With the memories of last time racing around inside my head
I hope it's worth my effort to do this one more time
Just keep your promises and maybe I'll be fine
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Don't call me a horse, I'm a unicorn.
Vivid too.
(:
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Because I live in the fuckin' suburbs.
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