A house divided against it self, would be better; than your smile & how I'm not the reason for it,
than how I wake up with no one to tell me
goodmorning
than looking to the heavens not knowing
If we're looking at the same sky
Swept me right of my aching feet
Cycle freaking emotions,
Interpt this into something beautiful,
I'm blind
Hate builds,
Stop humanizing poetry.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
A house divided against it self, would be better; than your smile & how I'm not the reason for it,
than how I wake up with no one to tell me
goodmorning
than looking to the heavens not knowing
If we're looking at the same sky
Swept me right of my aching feet
Cycle freaking emotions,
Interpt this into something beautiful,
I'm blind
Hate builds,
Stop humanizing poetry.
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