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Its hard to be serious Around emo ******* Always so furious To the point of delirium Screaming and crying Like nobodies hearing them But they loud and clear And i just don't ******* care Above and beyond That **** already aired When i dared to be a man Brushed my shoulders And cleaned my hands Broke up the boulders And cleared my head For the next test And bled for the best mess I could organize And legitimized What i could But oh what i would give To be there again To feel misunderstood And give a **** Before this fish on land Sprouted hands And demanded Control of everything To feel at home I miss feeling alone and unknowing I miss being lost I miss being found I miss the pain The moment Most profound I miss the sound Of my heart pounding When a future lover comes around I love the nouns The verbs The words Rolling out a lovers mouth When the block Was a world And we hurt Ourselves for love Bled for love Anything for love For love Is forgotten Of begotten imagery Fading into a city of blocks Cities in flocks Flocks in droves Droves in a world And worlds Clumped into galaxies And everyone Just keeps getting Further and further And further away Until out of view
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
I miss your days
Its hard to be serious Around emo ******* Always so furious To the point of delirium Screaming and crying Like nobodies hearing them But they loud and clear And i just don't ******* care Above and beyond That **** already aired When i dared to be a man Brushed my shoulders And cleaned my hands Broke up the boulders And cleared my head For the next test And bled for the best mess I could organize And legitimized What i could But oh what i would give To be there again To feel misunderstood And give a **** Before this fish on land Sprouted hands And demanded Control of everything To feel at home I miss feeling alone and unknowing I miss being lost I miss being found I miss the pain The moment Most profound I miss the sound Of my heart pounding When a future lover comes around I love the nouns The verbs The words Rolling out a lovers mouth When the block Was a world And we hurt Ourselves for love Bled for love Anything for love For love Is forgotten Of begotten imagery Fading into a city of blocks Cities in flocks Flocks in droves Droves in a world And worlds Clumped into galaxies And everyone Just keeps getting Further and further And further away Until out of view
Mikhael
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Mikhael
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
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