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Poisonous-Wreck Jul 2017
We stare at each other nothing more than that,
We still continue our daily routine
Look, walk, pass and stare

Each time, we cross paths
We make an eye contact as I look down and you look away
It's been like this everyday

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our routine
We still have it for 2 years now

You're having a good time as I'm breakin down,
You smile when I frown
You're so happy but I'm always angry

It's been that way for 2 years now
I've shed so many tears
You've laughed so many times
All that I ever do, ends up as crimes

Look, walk,pass and stare
It's been our routine for far too long
No words were ever exchanged
Just glances all the time

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our routine
We still have it for 2 years now

Yell, cuss and fight that's what's inside my mind,
Laugh, play, kid around that's what's you're always doing when I'm around

Look.. Look..  Nothing more
Walk... Walk... Run away
Pass.. Pass... I can't breathe...
Stare... Stare..  Oh I'm dying on the inside

Out little game has never ended
Me and You still have this going on for far too long,
This has become a daily routine

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our usual routine
We still stick to our daily routine

Look, Walk, Pass and Stare
Look, Walk, Pass and Stare....

BrokenSpeed
Routine, a poem that describes two strangers. Those two strangers don't know each other but always have a routine which is look, walk, pass and stare. When they are close, they look at each other. Walk along like they don't know each other. Pass like nothing's wrong. And stare at one another when they pass. An untold story of a happy guy and a depressed girl... In other words, My Life....

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