"rundant" poems
The fact you repeat something over & over again
But it becomes completely unnecessary
Is redundant
When you lead me on.
Showing a bit of emotion.
The commotion kills my brain like a potion
But it's rundant
The more we speak around,
The more our heart will drown,
Because that bush that wasn't easy to get around
Has you down
But beating through that bush,
Will only cause me to push
Back to a reality that that will be missed
I hear it now, but I see something else
I hear it now, but I want it to be something else
Constantly exploring this muscle
That's called a heart.
But when I search it's cold and dark
But I know it's uncalled for
Because it's redundant to think about that thought.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC