I just wanna curl up in cotton
Wondering if the future will be joyus or rotten
Humans on two feet, grinning like on a mary go
Instead I cry and over think about tomorrow
Never wanted the poison apple to show
Wanting to bright as someone granny sow
Stimulation lacking bright & yellow times
Come high into the sky & shine
Instead it's hideous as a black and white smell
Nobody could define it, nor tell
Water fallen from countenance as salt
Who did it? Was it really my fault?
Babbling along the song
At that point, there is no right or wrong
It's just the work of my brain
Keeping me from being sane
YOU ARE READING
Awaken
PoesíaThis is for those who are open minded, free spirited, creative, versatile, outgoing, kind souls. I hope you enjoy reading my work (poetry/lyrics) as much as I do writing.
