Times like this,
you plug in your earphones,
you appreciate all the music.
without any warmth.
your presence is winter.
giving you chills,
sending shivers.
moderation is a fault.
the silence overreacts;
when you feel it
it gives you that boost,
to support your downed ego
as you travel,
you're an outcast.
you knew it well
as you think of tomorrow's task.
when suffering climaxed,
volumes are at peak.
puff your airways
until you're weak.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Times like this,
you plug in your earphones,
you appreciate all the music.
without any warmth.
your presence is winter.
giving you chills,
sending shivers.
moderation is a fault.
the silence overreacts;
when you feel it
it gives you that boost,
to support your downed ego
as you travel,
you're an outcast.
you knew it well
as you think of tomorrow's task.
when suffering climaxed,
volumes are at peak.
puff your airways
until you're weak.
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