The rumble grows inside
He hands clenched in fists
Eyes open wide,
From the sound she tries to hide
The sound grows to a rumble
And she begins to scream
Ceasing the crowds mumble
And in panic they stumble
They don't understand her torment
The the pain and sound just for her
They wonder where the sweet girl went
And what caused her mind to be so bent
Her pain and trouble goes unseen
As life goes on unfazed
Untill one day she breaks her screen
And her slate is finally wiped clean.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
The rumble grows inside
He hands clenched in fists
Eyes open wide,
From the sound she tries to hide
The sound grows to a rumble
And she begins to scream
Ceasing the crowds mumble
And in panic they stumble
They don't understand her torment
The the pain and sound just for her
They wonder where the sweet girl went
And what caused her mind to be so bent
Her pain and trouble goes unseen
As life goes on unfazed
Untill one day she breaks her screen
And her slate is finally wiped clean.
This just kind of came to me when I was doing homework ( so off topic!) but I would love to hear if you have any interpretations so please feel free to comment
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