Our bodies.

Our bodies.

A Poem by dukovan
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(verse)
i cut out your body
from a letter you wrote.
It read like the future
of you and your ghosts.

Tomorrows paper
was left on my porch.
its a black and white sea
that could swallow my soul.

If you can touch it,
then it must be real.
There's nothing to see here
Its just how i feel.

(Chorus)
Someone followed me home,
to a place i don't know;
a way I don't normally go
anymore
Don't you follow me home.

(verse 2)
i heard my parents died
and our knocking demise.
there's bodies upon bodies
and more coming to life.

There's a fear in a name
of a man i don't know.
So i opened the door
and the breeze swept me home.

Advice disconeccted,
they left me alone.
The bodies keep stacking
and I'm playing their songs.

(chorus)
Someone followed me home
through a way I don't know;
a place i don't normally go,
anymore.
Don't you follow me home

(Bridge/outro)
I cut out your body
to fit in a song.
The ones your still writing
with me.

If you can touch it
then it must be real.
There's nothing to see here
its just how you feel,
i feel.

© 2012 dukovan


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Added on September 21, 2012
Last Updated on October 14, 2012

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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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