Jun 2018
As crazy as it sounds
You're the sling to my wounds
I can see it when you look at me
Your eyes are no less than hounds
Breaking into my house of fears
Tell me, what have you found?
Oh how you think I'm only naive
Not knowing how many times I've drowned?
I know
I know it seems childish
But I'm made to run in circles ,round and round
And yet –I can clearly see
You want to be my soil, my ground
You're the sling to my wounds
I can see it when you look at me
Your eyes are no less than hounds
Breaking into my house of fears
Tell me, what have you found?
Oh how you think I'm only naive
Not knowing how many times I've drowned?
I know
I know it seems childish
But I'm made to run in circles ,round and round
And yet –I can clearly see
You want to be my soil, my ground
(28/F/Pakistan)
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