Aug 2019
The things we do.
The things we say.
We pick at each other while we play.
This sick twisted mind game that no knows.
Only the ones who have stories,
Belief in the skys.
Looks up, saying "I wanna ride! I wanna ride!"
But deep down inside,
there's no where left to hide.
The things we say.
We pick at each other while we play.
This sick twisted mind game that no knows.
Only the ones who have stories,
Belief in the skys.
Looks up, saying "I wanna ride! I wanna ride!"
But deep down inside,
there's no where left to hide.
This poem is just another deep thought that I had. and to be completely honest, I named it deeply confused for the fact that I went that deep in to my emotions and creativity that i was confused.
(19/F)
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