i wish i could tell you, i really wish i could
i wish i could open up my chest, because i most certainly would
and the music would spill out in the form of saxaphones and songs
then perhaps this explanation wouldnt be so hard and long
i wish i could take you back, back through all the scenes
then you would witness the day, and the falling leaves
the tables, the words, the thoughts and the days
maybe then i wouldnt be feeling so alone and dazed
i wish i could hand you my senses
maybe you would see my world through my lenses
they heighten when i feel the heat, or when i drink some tea
i wish you could hear and feel this, maybe just for me?
i wish you could hold my hands, and feel these feelings too
if i had to share them with someone,i hope it could be you
and you would feel the heat and the raging storms
having someone sitting with me, maybe i wouldnt feel so worn
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I am here.
for you as well as me.
I feel your hands and I feel your feet.
I feel the wind and the leaves falling down.
Maybe these are just the things I am feeling.
But this is my point.
We are the same entity you and I.
we ARE the wind
and we ARE the leaves.
and we shall be forever falling.
noone will catch us, we dont need to be caught because when we reach the bottom, we become the leaf at the top of the tree...and fall all over again.
There IS a small part inside of you, that I will never reach. In this aspect we are not the same.
But I am holding this part of you in my hands, and singing it a lullaby.
So you are never alone,
and neither am I,
i always feel your presence in my toes when i feel like dancing and in my chest when I feel like breathing.
I feel your pain
and I feel your hurt.
I dont understand it.
but I most deffinitely feel it.
and when you cry, these are my tears falling down your cheeks.
because we are the same.
So when you are alone drinking the tea,
and feeling the heat,
and singing the song,
and watching the leaves,
and dancing the dance,
and eating the vegetables,
and looking in the mirror,
and thinking the thoughts.
just remember
WE ARE ALL THERE WITH YOU
hearing that saxaphone song
one more time with feeling...
and when you read this, i will be perched on your shoulder like the naughty nymph i am, seeing these words :)
with love always
me xo
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