I'm writing just to get back in this tick tock flip flop pattern
Oh my hearts been skipping beats since you left
My blood has just stopped short of ventricles
But now I got shot up with a few ounces of karma
In a nice sharp siringe that stung on the way in
My blood and the luck that runs through it has come full circle
Oh there you are blood. Rushing to my head and making my cheecks a shade darker
I feel you pumping through my veins again. Doesn't make sense that you say so cold and dull through the warm summer months
And now youre kick starting my part again in the fall as everything is dying around me
It doesn't make sense
Why am I coming alive when nothing else around me is?
Stiching up rips that are years old
Oh I've missed you fall. The red leaves the bit of the chill in the air
It's almost like it's warning me
But can't say I didn't warn you
Friday, December 4, 2009
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