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Come with me
To my forest of imagination
Where nothing's so cold
And you don't have to hold on
Everything comes to you
Never leaves you longing
Never leaves you empty
I was once there
I found it myself
But I told myself I'm strong
I lied to be alive
You became my death
I tried to face death alone
I loved you more than anything
But you loosed me so easily
I don't know if I can ever go back
Know I'll never be the same
Yet it'll always be the same
Not knowing is ignorance
Not hearing is not listening
Not seeing is refusal to do so
And maybe we're both in denial
Projecting onto each other
What we both thought we could take
But failing to realize importance
Within the connection between us
When our ability to live
Depended on one another
When our strength and will
Depended on the other's
I've waited a long time for you
To meet you here in my world
How does it feel to be here?
Where it isn't all imagination?
Reality is a whirlwind of dreams
Easy to get tangled within
Just as easy to be spit back out
~Britt
To my forest of imagination
Where nothing's so cold
And you don't have to hold on
Everything comes to you
Never leaves you longing
Never leaves you empty
I was once there
I found it myself
But I told myself I'm strong
I lied to be alive
You became my death
I tried to face death alone
I loved you more than anything
But you loosed me so easily
I don't know if I can ever go back
Know I'll never be the same
Yet it'll always be the same
Not knowing is ignorance
Not hearing is not listening
Not seeing is refusal to do so
And maybe we're both in denial
Projecting onto each other
What we both thought we could take
But failing to realize importance
Within the connection between us
When our ability to live
Depended on one another
When our strength and will
Depended on the other's
I've waited a long time for you
To meet you here in my world
How does it feel to be here?
Where it isn't all imagination?
Reality is a whirlwind of dreams
Easy to get tangled within
Just as easy to be spit back out
~Britt
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It was inspired by a poem I read a long time ago. I'm not really sure what it's about, it's just kind of random.
My Mom and I have agreed that the best line is the "How does it feel to be here?"
A bit of sarcasm, or cynicism, one of those. I remember that much.
My Mom and I have agreed that the best line is the "How does it feel to be here?"
A bit of sarcasm, or cynicism, one of those. I remember that much.
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i love this part:
But I told myself I'm strong
I lied to be alive
You became my death
I tried to face death alone
i don't understand the wording of this part:
But you loosed me so easily
Jeeeeeez britt........i remember how jealous i was of you in creative writing freshman year....You've just gotten better and better....
it disgusts me. XD
But I told myself I'm strong
I lied to be alive
You became my death
I tried to face death alone
i don't understand the wording of this part:
But you loosed me so easily
Jeeeeeez britt........i remember how jealous i was of you in creative writing freshman year....You've just gotten better and better....
it disgusts me. XD