Call me crazy, call me frantic, call me stupid, call me dumb.
For I want something big and spontaneous to come.
Because it seems only in disaster that many can agree.
That in this instance, through each other's eyes we see.
A sweet battle between every idea ever thought of.
Every single invention, idea, and every single love.
Nobody can realize that we're on the same team.
And that things aren't as black and white as they seem.
If everyone would vote for their neighbours' best interest,
We could try to bring back unity and win trust.
So, go ahead and call me stupid, crazy or dumb.
Just because I want something spontaneous to come.
What will happen next?
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Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoetryThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
