Poetry

Saying and Doing

Talk... Walk.

Walk... talk.

Now I'm in shock.

These deep thoughts I wish I could block.

My god, sometimes this gets to deep.

What we've sowed will we reap?

I just wish I could stop thinking,

guess thats better than smoking or drinking.

But sometimes I can't take the pain and the hurt.

I feel like you and loves the only cure that'd work.

But what do I know, it's all just talk.

Now I feel like I can't even walk.