That SummerThat SummerThat Summer
I wanna set my soul on fire But the match won’t light I wanna start over But the corpse won’t die I thought I had recovered But the crows ate me alive I was rotting slowly Till the truth had to bite
It put me right Cause a piece had Been taken from me!
And I got a cold summer
In my hands And I got a cold season
In my head
I had my luck But it blew its fuse New cuts made Opened the wound New beginning will now Change my tune
It’ll bandage me up And stop me &nb
And summer begins
--
on a plane,
i can see the tiny lights below
& oh my god,
they look so alone.
do they really feel anything?
-r0ll
--
As imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name.
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