Cloud Cult
Buried Poetry
Paper and pencils made a birth:Poetry that I once wrote her.There's nothing we were holding down.Nothing we were holding down.I kept a favorite photographOf her and I in the tall dream grass.And nothing here could take us down.Nothing here could take us down.Paper buried in the dirt:It's all the poetry that I once wrote her.It's something we were burning down.Something we were burning down.I lost my favorite photographsBuried deep in the tall dream grass.There's so much I am holding down. (So much I am holding down.)There's so much I am holding down.
From Letras Mania