Our play with emotions,
is turning us all into children.
So afraid of growing up,
so afraid of staying young.
Following the signs of love,
is keeping us from finding our path.
Loosing the groung underneath,
is making us walk stronger.
Not having to behave the right way,
not wanting to follow the crowd,
not feeling like everyone else,
but there's no need of turning the music to loud.
The drugs you've taken,
did they changed anything?
The smoke in your lungs,
did it made you happy?
All this shit,
did it kept you from dying?
Well I guess I'll just ask the stone,
under which you are lying.
H.R.
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Some Different Words
PoetryThis is just some poetry written by me, for everyone who needs it. If you need a window to look out of your world or out of a place you are hidding in, just take a look and maybe lose yourself for a while.
