Raven_the_Bird
<font color=darkorchid>Don't make me be myself aro
- Joined
- Feb 17, 2007
Inside my hands these petals brown,
Dried up, falling to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I push my fingers through the earth,
Return this flower to the dirt,
So it can live.
I walked away now.
But I know
Not a day goes by that I don't feel it's spurn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you
I haven't slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
Dried up, falling to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I push my fingers through the earth,
Return this flower to the dirt,
So it can live.
I walked away now.
But I know
Not a day goes by that I don't feel it's spurn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you
I haven't slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.