Just stop.
Theres always dreaming
Theres always pain
Theres always more to the story
Theres always a joke
Why cant it just be simple?
Why cant it just be?
Be how it is
With no complex explination
No more to the picture
Why cant simple come to me?
This thinking hurts
This making sense of all
These thoughts always crawling
Just stop!
Make it all stop.
The girl is just a girl
The boy is just a boy
The house is just a house
The picture is how it seems
But i know thats a lie.
6/13/14
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Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.