Baby rain on me
Baby don’t burn me alive
Baby tell me the life that I see isn’t a lie
These bones can keep tracking through the sands of time
But I need to know something is on the other side.
I haven’t seen life in this barren landscape for years
From the blue cloudless skies I know you’ve long gone astray
Don’t tell me you’re near, or the sand will disappear
I’ve got enough strength if you haven’t gone away
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About Woe
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- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.
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