It's hard,
to let you know what's on my mind,
where left is the only right direction to go,
and the walls spin out of control,
Crazy dances in my thoughts,
And being a lotus eater is refreshingly pleasant,
desire and destiny have started to hold hands,
and I don't know where to go,
what do words mean when your broke,
the only words that leave my mouth are "I gave up",
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The Dysfunctional Series-Poems
PoetryLife can be distant, misunderstood, lacking a certian kind of mood so striding along like the walls are not closing in and shadows creeping in can be difficult almost impossible.This is the Dysfunctional Series.
