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put me on a plane back home,
put me on a plane back home.
you can look forever for something,
and if you never find it
then it's not real
or it's inside you;
a dream swelling up to your heart
like humanity with our skyscrapers and airplanes
swelling up to the tops of our skies,
trying to find heaven.
put me on a plane back home,
i don't want to be here anymore.
i don't want to have to live in the years between.
i can feel nicotine crying out in my head,
and i can feel the THC leaving my body weeks and
weeks behind.
i can feel sleep molding behind my eyes,
and i can feel time at a standstill,
everyday sober is just too damn long.
put me on a plane back home,
and fly me over the oceans and the cities that i'll never get to know.
fly me over the sunshine belts and the whore houses.
i want to see everything from a little square window while i can,
because i don't know how much more of this i'll be around for.
this house has too many door-ways and too much light seeping through;
i feel like i'm living under an over pass
and i'm fucking sick of it.
PUT ME ON A PLANE BACK HOME,
I WANT TO GO BACK HOME.
put me on a plane back home.
you can look forever for something,
and if you never find it
then it's not real
or it's inside you;
a dream swelling up to your heart
like humanity with our skyscrapers and airplanes
swelling up to the tops of our skies,
trying to find heaven.
put me on a plane back home,
i don't want to be here anymore.
i don't want to have to live in the years between.
i can feel nicotine crying out in my head,
and i can feel the THC leaving my body weeks and
weeks behind.
i can feel sleep molding behind my eyes,
and i can feel time at a standstill,
everyday sober is just too damn long.
put me on a plane back home,
and fly me over the oceans and the cities that i'll never get to know.
fly me over the sunshine belts and the whore houses.
i want to see everything from a little square window while i can,
because i don't know how much more of this i'll be around for.
this house has too many door-ways and too much light seeping through;
i feel like i'm living under an over pass
and i'm fucking sick of it.
PUT ME ON A PLANE BACK HOME,
I WANT TO GO BACK HOME.
i know it's short
and it doesn't make a lot of sense,
but that's how i'm feeling right now
and it doesn't make a lot of sense,
but that's how i'm feeling right now
© 2010 - 2024 moonology1
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I love love love the second stanza, it's beautiful!!