By Arcassin Burnham
Feet for stepping,
You don't have to step all over me,
Break your leg if I have to,
You annoyingly,
So induced with so much feeling,
To put me down willingly,
We were all born to die scientifically,
Not enough love in this world,
If this is his world,
Why does his world,
Keep overthrowing , twirling in curls,
Pregnant teenage girls,
Homeless people on the street,
What if world beyond the universe,
Hung like a leave on the tree,
That gives life,
Don't let it fall.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Feet for stepping,
You don't have to step all over me,
Break your leg if I have to,
You annoyingly,
So induced with so much feeling,
To put me down willingly,
We were all born to die scientifically,
Not enough love in this world,
If this is his world,
Why does his world,
Keep overthrowing , twirling in curls,
Pregnant teenage girls,
Homeless people on the street,
What if world beyond the universe,
Hung like a leave on the tree,
That gives life,
Don't let it fall.
and be unfree
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