I ought to believe
That your heart is paralleled
With my veins that I look on to
Blood streaming you've cancelled
Things I look up to happen,
The plans I made carefully,
Destroying my inner senses
Without you knowing it internally.
My shattered belief
Never hassles me to the bore
Where you never drop an expectation
Frustrated like a kid in a toystore.
It's hard to act naturally
What else can I say
I must recalibrate my sensitivity
Oh, What a day.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC
I ought to believe
That your heart is paralleled
With my veins that I look on to
Blood streaming you've cancelled
Things I look up to happen,
The plans I made carefully,
Destroying my inner senses
Without you knowing it internally.
My shattered belief
Never hassles me to the bore
Where you never drop an expectation
Frustrated like a kid in a toystore.
It's hard to act naturally
What else can I say
I must recalibrate my sensitivity
Oh, What a day.
I'm a sad man
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