Emma Marie: Density

Density

Something always makes it okay,

for me to stay in your arms.

But, no matter what I try to do,

you'll never see,

I've been here all along,

but in a moment I'll be gone away.

You just never saw

You just let it go

And I've never had to say goodbye until today

Density.

To dense to see.

To dense to feel

To dense to be

the right one for me.

You're the one who was always home,

the one on the other end of the phone

I'd call just to hear your voice,

and I'd know I was stronger than the place I was in.

To dense to see.

To dense to feel

To dense to be

the right one for me.

Density.

I live here in some dreamed up reality,

where you've achieved the potential I've always seen,

and now you're keeping me down

for doing the same thing.

So I'm moving on to just be me.

I'm moving on from density.

So I can see

So I can feel

So I can be,

yes, so I can be just me.

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.