Murmuring lyrics to songs i can't sing,
Disengaging asI search for a reason.
A new way to breathe,
And a plea for insanity.
I scale the road for a fork,
But all I see is a one way street.
I know now,
That I was always looking for a way to get out.
Head hung low,
Pacing,
And muttering questions I don't know the answers to.
Collapsing on brick,
And
Shivering in spring.
Spring.
That was the season it all happened in 2013.
Spring.
That was the season it all happened in 2001.
Spring.
This is the season I come undone.
Poetry writing while chortling,
As I excuse myself for my mentality.
Ha!
I was never as happy as I thought I was
And neither is anybody else.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Murmuring lyrics to songs i can't sing,
Disengaging asI search for a reason.
A new way to breathe,
And a plea for insanity.
I scale the road for a fork,
But all I see is a one way street.
I know now,
That I was always looking for a way to get out.
Head hung low,
Pacing,
And muttering questions I don't know the answers to.
Collapsing on brick,
And
Shivering in spring.
Spring.
That was the season it all happened in 2013.
Spring.
That was the season it all happened in 2001.
Spring.
This is the season I come undone.
Poetry writing while chortling,
As I excuse myself for my mentality.
Ha!
I was never as happy as I thought I was
And neither is anybody else.
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