Curled up
In a cup
So tightly bound
My heart is hurting
Tight jeans
Small pockets
You've got me captive
Carryin' me around
My heart is hurting
When you've lost yourself
And all you know is flying past
Past lives turn into dust
Try to protect your heart
But the back door's always open
You've lost the key
My heart is breaking
Into pieces, scattered
Tiny pieces
Not one is numbered
No way to reform
Tiny mind
Shrunk by love
No one is educated
So the cycle spins on
Our hearts are burning
When you've lost yourself
And all you know is flying past
Past lives turn into dust
Try to protect your heart
But the back door's always open
You've lost the key
This is a poem I wrote recently. It's simply a reflection on something from my past. One day I'll put music to it as I intended it to be a song, but for now this is just it.
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