Verbally or ******
Things not explained clearly
This way or that way
Stuck here with noway
Lives go around
People who surround
Express nothing
But instinct
That lose me within
To shatter and close in
Remembering of happy days
Smile on every face
Couldn't figure out
Why so low?
Want to smile
Want to talk
But filthy walk
Sways the way
With tincture of instinct
That nothing is brewing
But screeching mind aloud!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Verbally or ******
Things not explained clearly
This way or that way
Stuck here with noway
Lives go around
People who surround
Express nothing
But instinct
That lose me within
To shatter and close in
Remembering of happy days
Smile on every face
Couldn't figure out
Why so low?
Want to smile
Want to talk
But filthy walk
Sways the way
With tincture of instinct
That nothing is brewing
But screeching mind aloud!
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