Some days are better than others. Yeah, I agree. Other days, I forget I'm lucky I can breathe. Weird how death works, how the wheels turn me to roadkill when I'm hopping off the curb.
Misplaced words with distinct verbs.
Now you feel like you're doing something for the world. Sorry to say, but we blew that chance - the last of the grains gone, no more sand.
Now we stand as the trap door opens.
Slowly we fall where eternity closes.
We just want to find a direction to point a finger and say, "It's not mine, it's yours."
A permanent cycle is branded within from a seed to a tree, that always knows what you are. Support what supports you, it's up to you to do what you want to do. Hopefully, you give back to the roots,
give back to the roots.
I'll never know, I will never know.
-Bones: Sleepmode
A 2-minute song that will teach you more than 12 years of school.
YOU ARE READING
CONJOINED
PoetryFor him, when he hugs me, he makes me feel like I'm coming home after a long day at work.
