My Roots Are Rotten

Think of me as an onion,
so many layers to unfold,
think of me as a library,
so many stories to be told.

 

See me as a blank page,
see yourself as the pen,
see yourself writing things down,
see that I won't be blank again.

 

Feel the way I grab your hand,
feel that I hold ever so tight,
feel that my heart is beating so fast,
feel that I'm as high as a kite.

 

Notice that I don't want to fall,
notice me clinging on,
notice that I can't and won't say I love you,
notice that any moment you'll be gone.

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Le'Vasseur's picture

This is Remarable!

Its very nicley written and mysterious
It reminds me alot of my writting actualy!
Keep it up!=)

osiriss-'s picture

loved it

very insightful comments as well

theloudervoice's picture

thank you :)

thank you :)