She's going on sale
Wherever dreams are sold
But the laser of my eyes
Can't find her bar code
Put a stamp on your forehead
You're going first class
You'll be here by morning
If the mailman hits the gas
I don't believe that the world will keep turning
Indubitably I'll be turning out the light
All I know is these feelings will keep burning,
And all the while learning that everything is hurting
On an aimless night
On an aimless night
My neighbor got the package
He opened at the door
I'm kind of wishing now
I picked her up at the store
I head out to the store
But she's going off the shelf
The FDA prevails
For she's a hazard to my health
I don't believe that the world will keep turning
Indubitably I'll be turning out the light
All I know is these feelings will keep burning,
And all the while learning that everything is hurting
On an aimless night
On an aimless night
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Fights Without Fears Within
PoesíaA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.