No words can flow like a river
The mind is a born sinner
That plays against itself for a living
We're trapped in a garden of Eden
It looks beautiful
But it is evil
I tell you that this is destruction
Knowing words
But being unable to describe loving
And instead living for nothing
And never saying anything
Of any substance
Words should be the drug of choice
Not the voice of insolence
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The Space Between The Sand And The Sea By Nailinthewall
PoesiaSelected, original poetry and songs that remind me of the beach!
