Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
got inspired to write this after e-girl's post on "regret"
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the autumn was fucking beautiful
the leaves stayed green long long over due
and the days were warm
long hazy cloudless days with a cool mist each morning
i lay on the grass
and stared up at the sky through the thick branches
of the pine outside my house
the sun shining through
a thousand tiny camera flashes
dancing through the pine needles
and each time i closed my eyes
the insomnia shook me back
then i wished
that i would wake up
and the last 12 years would never have happened
and the sore longing i have now
could be raw energy once again
then i would get up
get up and do
do whatever i wanted
be who i beleived i was
do what made me happy
but summer came
and went
and just like the winter creeping in
those times were moving on
to another time
to another place
to another generation
and i was still there
lying on the grass
underneath my pine
it's thick roots
twisted far across the ground
entrenched deep into the hard earth
thinking of all those
who had smiled and nodded
and told me i would grow out of it
that it was all just phase
a season
that would soon dissapear,
and why the fuck
i ever listened to them
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the autumn was fucking beautiful
the leaves stayed green long long over due
and the days were warm
long hazy cloudless days with a cool mist each morning
i lay on the grass
and stared up at the sky through the thick branches
of the pine outside my house
the sun shining through
a thousand tiny camera flashes
dancing through the pine needles
and each time i closed my eyes
the insomnia shook me back
then i wished
that i would wake up
and the last 12 years would never have happened
and the sore longing i have now
could be raw energy once again
then i would get up
get up and do
do whatever i wanted
be who i beleived i was
do what made me happy
but summer came
and went
and just like the winter creeping in
those times were moving on
to another time
to another place
to another generation
and i was still there
lying on the grass
underneath my pine
it's thick roots
twisted far across the ground
entrenched deep into the hard earth
thinking of all those
who had smiled and nodded
and told me i would grow out of it
that it was all just phase
a season
that would soon dissapear,
and why the fuck
i ever listened to them
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