i dont like this. organizations shit.

watch it glow, watch it grow, as it may twist and expand,
as it showers the land.
watch it live.

take away all your favorites

and then willingly give

give it all back.

my favorite feelings i keep them in my backpack.

ive been watchin you, castin yourself in the songs you give.
beautiful music you decide to show me, so you can forever exist in.
your strange personality held deep inside a melody.
so years from now i will not write about you
and the way you make me feel, years from now
what we had wont even seem real.
and thats fine with me,
as long as life doesn't loose its simplicities.
the simplicities you and you alone made me see.

 it becomes complex so my minds a mess.