We're about to look for something strange
Pick me up and head me to my swing
Oh baby my life should be free
Seeing you laughing while holding me
The crowd of not so good people
In the city of not so my nature
Blabbering unknown voices
Shouting for massive ringtone
In the city that no one knows
In my calamity of thunderbolt
My mind as it look
Lullaby as it crook
In the sense of not for look
Just one small bag full of books
My my my of nook
To the song in my first heard in rook
To the numb of gray sky
To the cry of crystal night
Hold hand and kisses tight
One smile all is well tonight
Holding a pile of teddy bears
Handed me that faded ring
Singing like no one sing
And kissed me in my sense turned to tame
YOU ARE READING
Walled Heart
PoetryIts a pleasure falling inlove with. You know everything is fine until in just one sight everything gone and you just need to accept what is right
