i'd forgotten about while standing around retracing steps that there was a diary page
a flashbulb, a spark got a hold of me and a smile cracked the face. so to where but the attic a haven for magic my legs carried curious thoughts
i read it one tuesday then stopped but then you said 'lets go they'll be waiting for us'
so it went to bed dreaming of being read too with nightmares of gathering dust
awaken from slumber in june almost summer you never spoke the way you wrote but the words
but there was the problem, the ghostbusters call them i'm a melody-less music-less ghost
the guitars been burdened and haunted uncertain it's fear not pressure that's hurting the most
how could i possibly know which way you wanted to go? with chords and the strum and the nervous hum of vocal lines drawn in the dark
your friends all knew nothing of this poetic humbling book of feelings you had........................... and just brushed aside the teenage of being like that
but pressure it dented and in some sick way prevented you from being all you could be
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