Walking,walking,Walking.
Driving, driving, Driving.
Parking,parking,Parking.
Competition,worry,Win...yet
Lose.
Heart.Home.Hurt.
Kiss.Love.Lie.
Yes.Maybe.Nevermind.
Friend. betray.Lie.
Sleep. Dream. Hope.
Money.frugal? NOT.
need.need.need.
no no no time for me.
Lust.Love.Jealousy?
What?! Who me?
Reach.Fall.Reach.
pity the poor when rich.
Pity the rich when poor.
No one will ever do anything about any of this.
this is comparable in terms
of importance and reality.
Pick your battles she told me
Never be submissive, experience taught.
Never trust, the world whispered in my ear.
All too quiet as if it were a secret
Scarred is he who wears a smile.
only as a substance lay in his blood
yet all the while
in confusion is he who refuses
to find a solution.
Hard is it, to accept the past.
no words, no questions asked.
Vacant spaces with blank stares,
Never to be kissed, to be held
choose not to be aware.
To see hundreds of people everyday
to never count them
to never think
what is their middle name?
What is their favorite color?
What we're their parents like?
What are they like?
Have they been hurt,
are they hurt?
read between the lines of a vacant stare
have hope that a smile is genuine
and may you find happiness there.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
Walking,walking,Walking.
Driving, driving, Driving.
Parking,parking,Parking.
Competition,worry,Win...yet
Lose.
Heart.Home.Hurt.
Kiss.Love.Lie.
Yes.Maybe.Nevermind.
Friend. betray.Lie.
Sleep. Dream. Hope.
Money.frugal? NOT.
need.need.need.
no no no time for me.
Lust.Love.Jealousy?
What?! Who me?
Reach.Fall.Reach.
pity the poor when rich.
Pity the rich when poor.
No one will ever do anything about any of this.
this is comparable in terms
of importance and reality.
Pick your battles she told me
Never be submissive, experience taught.
Never trust, the world whispered in my ear.
All too quiet as if it were a secret
Scarred is he who wears a smile.
only as a substance lay in his blood
yet all the while
in confusion is he who refuses
to find a solution.
Hard is it, to accept the past.
no words, no questions asked.
Vacant spaces with blank stares,
Never to be kissed, to be held
choose not to be aware.
To see hundreds of people everyday
to never count them
to never think
what is their middle name?
What is their favorite color?
What we're their parents like?
What are they like?
Have they been hurt,
are they hurt?
read between the lines of a vacant stare
have hope that a smile is genuine
and may you find happiness there.
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