Life In My Head

To be read in a Southern accent. It will give the best, most authentic experience because as I was writing it I was reciting it with one.

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it continues to rain
and I continue to pour
my heart and soul out
while laying on the floor

this floor you used to walk
this floor we danced upon
these cracks listen so well
as the memories drain on

I can’t help but notice
I can’t help but feel
the more I go on
the less real they feel

did I make this up
was any of it true
did he really love me
am I just a fool

this floor feels so safe
it doesn’t let me feel weak
it puddles my sadness
leads it away from my cheeks

but as more time goes on
I feel less secure
I feel so damn foolish
so painfully immature

this floor is so much like love
I have finally come to
so soft, sweet and trusting
but you see, it can always fall through

-JSP