8. Flooding the World.
8. Flooding the World.
I shiver as the September wind caressed my cheek,
How is it that September stayed this cold?
The temperature’s been freezing week after week,
But then life’s a bitch as I’ve been told,
Thick red leaves lined the avenue,
As steel chains bound my heart,
How I wish to start totally anew,
Like a virtual game where you hit “Restart”,
Soon the flakes will start to fall,
And all will be covered in a fleecy duvet,
Perhaps then I’ll finally visit St Paul,
There’s never a point when dwelling in regret,
But regardless the snow will still melt,
The temperature will at the end rise,
In life we all have to learn to be svelte,
So no point flooding the world with your cries.
Author's Note: i'm really tired. sleepy. i think somewhere along the lines i might have lost what i wanted to convey. but i did try not to lose it. anyways... yeah. enjoy and comment! even if you didn't enjoy!
was basically thinking of being in the States *as usual* and how it used to be my "Restart" button. leaving everything behind. was thinking about a cold september and the coming winter... how i'd feel, as if my heart's so heavy my feet is cemented to the ground. was thinking of how there's no point being emo and depressed when shit happens...
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Taking Back Sunday - One-Eighty By Summervia FoxyTunesLabels: Seasons of September
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September