This is not
No this isn't
Where I'd like to be
Love, I'm so sorry
I'm mixed up in chasing one too many things
I try to fly and I fail to move my wings
While I watch kids my age winning dreams
Because they have far more focus than me
So yeah, I know I get a bit angry
When even the remedial is lost on me
Love can you please?
Send me a lifeline
Send me a dream
Fill the hole where my heart likes to bleed
Because these kids are napping on mountains
While I devise poetry leaning against a tree
That I'd like to climb but my arms are far too flimsy
Love can you please?
Send me a lifeline
Send me a dream
Fill the hole where my heart likes to bleed
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A/N
I wrote this one a while ago. It's a good representation of how stuck I was starting to feel last year. I thought it still deserved a place here. Enjoy and drink lots of water, loves.
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