Senses
Echoes of Unspoken Longing: Senses by Andrea Nicole King
Lyrics
You see her now and then
You occasionally see the person mentioned
Her smile on a photograph
Her smile is captured in a photograph
A mind's mirage, a silhouette
She exists as a mental image, a vague outline
You touch her now and then
Occasionally physically touch her
When you'd hold a conversation
Engage in conversation, revealing secrets through poems
In the poems to her secrets
Questioning the need to fear emotions
Why ever fear what you feel?
Intermittently hear her voice, especially in silence
You hear her now and then
Wind serves as a medium for her presence
As the wind cuts through the silence
She is most noticeable when quiet
She is loudest when she's quiet
Occasionally experience her scent
You smell her now and then
Imagery of nature and nighttime settings
Where the evergreen and shoreline
Questioning the fear of emotions once again
Live in candle smoke at midnight
Feeling like a thorn on a beautiful thing (symbolic)
Why do I fear what I feel?
Despite flaws, the person chooses to be with you
I'm a thorn on a rose
The person has been absent, and their impact lingers
You still chose to pick me
Questioning the concept of feeling at home
You've been gone and your ghost
To others, you may seem without a home
Has yet to find me
Expressing confusion about the person's whereabouts
How does one feel like home?
Reiteration of feeling like a thorn on a rose
But to them you're homeless
Despite imperfections, the person chooses you
Where the hell did you go?
Addressing the mystery of the person's absence
Well I still can't come to my senses
Unable to comprehend or accept the reality
I'm a thorn on a rose
Reiteration of feeling like a thorn on a rose
You still chose to pick me
Despite absence, the person continues to choose you
You've been gone and your ghost
The person's impact is yet to fade or find closure
Has yet to find me
Questioning the essence of feeling at home
How does one feel like home?
To others, you may appear without a home
But to them you're homeless
Her presence is palpable, almost within reach
She's so close you can taste it
Continued inability to grasp the situation
Well I still can't come to my senses
The struggle to understand and accept reality persists
Well I still can't come to my senses
Reiteration of the ongoing struggle to comprehend
Well I still can't come to my senses
The persistent inability to come to terms with the situation
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