MichaelSean

MichaelSean

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  • The Springs
  • Natalie Gelman
I choose you, and that's final
You are my soul's revival
I choose you and my decision is final
It becomes special for me when I can share it with you.
Counting up the stars, taking moonbeams home in jars
The paper was my heart - the ink my blood. I just wanted - to send my love. The cage is so thin - the seal so slight - I think I just might - release that snow white dove.
I wrote a letter to one I love. It arrived yesterday, as if from above.
(was it a lie that I found?) Perhaps deceived by my own voice - now all this distance from one fool choice.
(was it a lie that I found?) Perhaps deceived by my own voice - now this cavernous distance - from one foolish choice.
Was I deceived by my own voice? All this distance - one foolish choice.
Liberty ain't cheap, not the kind that lasts. I thought I was flying. I been chained to the past.
The peace I'm looking for, it seems / Is not yours to give, it's in my dreams
I want to hold on so tight / but my arms are empty every night
To me you'll always be, a vision from our youth, my unopened letter.
To me you will always be, within my reach, my unopened letter
As simple as birds and bees / Trapped in an unopened letter
Another leaf falling from the trees / Your unopened letter
Could all be set free / from that unopened letter
Leave my heart weatherd
Keep my wings feathered
Keep my heart's wings feathered
Keep my heart tethered
Leave me not the least bitter
Am I love's debtor
Echoes of memories
What a shame that you won't hear
My words can not reach you
I blamed you for faults of my own
For the faults I was afraid to own
That the wings to set me free
Within those few short lines I fly free
Their tight grip sets me free
Their homecoming bittersweet
Their homecoming bittersweet
The stars have crossed up lovers / The moon has lit the secret tryst / The words in that last letter / Are the coming morning mist
And there’s a voice I hear ringing / How can it be / That it’s coming from a message yet received / You are there / You are here / You are with me I believe
And there's a voice I hear ringing / How can it be / That it's coming from a message that yet received / You are there / You are here / You are with me I believe
Time can not change the message in that note / But I will never be the same since I saw those words you wrote
Time can not change the message of the note / But the reader may be altered by those words that you wrote
I can't run from knowing that there's a letter on the sill. My mind is forced to wander because it rests unopened still.
Stars shoot past and the birds fly. Symbols hit the paper and I rarely know why. The owl is silent overhead. The letter still unopened, words not read.

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