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What’s lost is never forgotten,
You can burn all the photographs,
Destroy all the written letters,
Remove all traces,
Of you,
But you’re lost,
You’ll never be forgotten,
What’s lost is never forgotten,
But what’s here is often taken for granted,
Dependency is something you can depend on,
To be present,
And ignored,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s inexplicable,
This life we live,
We see a tantalising demo,
And just as we flail out our arms,
It’s snatched away,
Because the things we want,
The things we need,
They all have to be believed to be seen,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Perspective matters,
Is my red your red?
Is that insignificant to you? Because it matters to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please don’t keep me grounded,
Because I just want to grow wings,
And fly,
I love the sound of the rain.
You can burn all the photographs,
Destroy all the written letters,
Remove all traces,
Of you,
But you’re lost,
You’ll never be forgotten,
What’s lost is never forgotten,
But what’s here is often taken for granted,
Dependency is something you can depend on,
To be present,
And ignored,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s inexplicable,
This life we live,
We see a tantalising demo,
And just as we flail out our arms,
It’s snatched away,
Because the things we want,
The things we need,
They all have to be believed to be seen,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Perspective matters,
Is my red your red?
Is that insignificant to you? Because it matters to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please don’t keep me grounded,
Because I just want to grow wings,
And fly,
I love the sound of the rain.
RastaBillySkank wrote:
> Lindgren wrote:
> I have to admit I found it slightly difficult to read due to the
> fragmented nature of it,
>
> :-) That's why I named it disjointed.
I thought as much. The name fitted it well.
> Lindgren wrote:
> I have to admit I found it slightly difficult to read due to the
> fragmented nature of it,
>
> :-) That's why I named it disjointed.
I thought as much. The name fitted it well.
I like it, especially the last lines.
Lindgren wrote:
> I have to admit I found it slightly difficult to read due to the
> fragmented nature of it,
:-) That's why I named it disjointed. Just a collection of thoughts I've been thinking recently that are distantly connected.
>but I loved some of the imagery.
Cheers :-)
> I have to admit I found it slightly difficult to read due to the
> fragmented nature of it,
:-) That's why I named it disjointed. Just a collection of thoughts I've been thinking recently that are distantly connected.
>but I loved some of the imagery.
Cheers :-)
I have to admit I found it slightly difficult to read due to the fragmented nature of it, but I loved some of the imagery.
Bah
Your good at this and I am not.
Funnin' excellent.
Oh and if you ever stop writing stuff like this I will break you.
In a nice friendly way of course... :-)
If your still around get on msn quickly. Got something for you.
Your good at this and I am not.
Funnin' excellent.
Oh and if you ever stop writing stuff like this I will break you.
In a nice friendly way of course... :-)
If your still around get on msn quickly. Got something for you.
What’s lost is never forgotten,
You can burn all the photographs,
Destroy all the written letters,
Remove all traces,
Of you,
But you’re lost,
You’ll never be forgotten,
What’s lost is never forgotten,
But what’s here is often taken for granted,
Dependency is something you can depend on,
To be present,
And ignored,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s inexplicable,
This life we live,
We see a tantalising demo,
And just as we flail out our arms,
It’s snatched away,
Because the things we want,
The things we need,
They all have to be believed to be seen,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Perspective matters,
Is my red your red?
Is that insignificant to you? Because it matters to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please don’t keep me grounded,
Because I just want to grow wings,
And fly,
I love the sound of the rain.
You can burn all the photographs,
Destroy all the written letters,
Remove all traces,
Of you,
But you’re lost,
You’ll never be forgotten,
What’s lost is never forgotten,
But what’s here is often taken for granted,
Dependency is something you can depend on,
To be present,
And ignored,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s inexplicable,
This life we live,
We see a tantalising demo,
And just as we flail out our arms,
It’s snatched away,
Because the things we want,
The things we need,
They all have to be believed to be seen,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Perspective matters,
Is my red your red?
Is that insignificant to you? Because it matters to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please don’t keep me grounded,
Because I just want to grow wings,
And fly,
I love the sound of the rain.