Too Much Too Say...
Cupid Isn't Stupid
Goodbye
Simple short piece I wrote.. was listening to an Eyedea song on repeat. Wrote it in maybe 10 minutes. Just something quick.
I walk with the sun on my back but never having it be felt
My heart, it's cold and transparent as ice, why can't it melt
I already felt it crack, we only move on due to a motivation
But I'm making it by with a hidden struggle and it's taking
It's toll on me as it should, I could feel that feeling of whole
Becoming a feeling of pieces created by a single small hole
Black and a mystery, like the one in space, unknown to time
My heart is damaged just as much as my soul and my mind
I feel that your essence is represented by them, it's symbolic
One piece suffers certain pain, the others go through all of it
But suffer unbalanced and unequal damage like some people
Would react different when put in certain life altering moments
Some let it go, carry it, get weighed down by it or could hold it
And roll with it and go through life unaffected like they left it
The second it had ended, and never again is it ever mentioned
Out loud or in their mind, no need to turn back hands of time
You either live life in the shape of a circle or simply as a line
You go around and go back or you just continue one way
Or circulate back to mistakes and relive them for another day
So when you go back around, they block your way again
But like the line and circle, there is no end, but all can mend
The pain, maybe not in one day, but cures can be obtained
If you have a curse, there is a blessing, like the sun and moon
Angels and demons, the sky and ground, the old and the new
Oppositions, pros and cons, reunite with what was once gone
Never forget, things you left might not always be gone for long
My heart could be frozen but that doesn't stop it from beating
Or meeting new problems incapable of ever being defeated
And that sun on my back moves like the circle so I'll just wait
For the day it comes back around and comes the other way
And maybe then can I feel it, when it shines warmth on my face
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