I reach for you

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It's been offically a month since the breakup. I've gotten alot better and moved on from her for good but this is something regardless for what purpose, something I wanted to write for a long time. It's a song yes, but it's kinda different from the rest of what I write. I hope you like it :)

Submitted: October 01, 2013

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Every second of breathing doesn’t keep me alive.

Only holding yours keeps me sane.

The air is thick without your touch,

The sight is cursed in my prison.

Calling for you only keeps me away,

From a place called home.

You rip me out from inside, cook me without reason,

And serve me with no plate for my meal.

 

It’s all the game from your eyes, while the bells ring at my funeral.

Suffering mad won’t make you look back, nor will a purpose.

I reach for you, reach for you.

The flaws will slip my stand, and break my wisdom on my ground.

Even floating up to heaven forfeits the invitation.

When I reach for you, reach for you, for so far away.

 

My thoughts enter and wonder in my cage,

While my passion checks out in patient rivals.

The light can’t light my path when you shade.

I can only enjoy the pieces that can’t restore.

When learning the puzzle can’t be solved.

 

It’s all the game from your eyes, while the bells ring at my funeral.

Suffering mad won’t make you look back, nor will a purpose.

I reach for you, reach for you.

The flaws will slip my stand, and break my wisdom on my ground.

Even floating up to heaven forfeits the invitation.

When I reach for you, reach for you, for so far away.

 

You can bring me down and bury my scars.

You can burn me and wash oil on my soul.

But I’ll never stop reaching, and reaching.

 

It’s all the game from your eyes, while the bells ring at my funeral.

Suffering mad won’t make you look back, nor will a purpose.

I reach for you, reach for you.

The flaws will slip my stand, and break my wisdom on my ground.

Even floating up to heaven forfeits the invitation.

When I reach for you, reach for you, for so far away.

When I pray for you, fight for you, so frequently.

When I beg for you, wish for you, in bounds of hope.

When I dream for you, care for you, without hate.

I reach for you, I reach for you, I reach for you…

 


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