I have a method to my madness,
Its not all too sensible,
I expect comprehension without comprehending,
I am the wall that needs paint; cracked in too many places,
And you, you'll just keep putting off working on me,
You'll think of buying a new house,
But not me,
Youll think of breaking me down and building me up,
But that wont be me,
The method to my madness,
The cracks are from my tears,
And you cant stand the thought,
The method to my madness,
Is letting sadness drive my heart.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poesía"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
