you were talking but you were background music,
to all my thoughts,
and i could hear your words,
but not what you meant,
and i was getting stuck,
it was cement,
and we both seemed so innocent,
and you kept talking,
and i kept thinking,
you kept talking,
you kept talking,
i was uneasy,
my mind was going too fast,
i tried to warn you,
but i was stuck,
it was cement,
my mouth wouldn't work,
and you kept talking,
i was drowning it out,
background music,
the winter's soundtrack,
the world stopped and so did we,
but the music played on in my head,
the summer's soundtrack,
the background music,
and i was stuck,
i was stuck.
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hopeless breather
Poesíaa collection of substandard poetry written by a substandard poet which delves into the depths of the poet's beliefs, experiences and hopes in order to help the poet understand himself those depths and their significance. Also the photos used are the...
