Busy streets,
Fast cars,
Empty beats,
You're too far.
Loud in my ears,
Silent at heart,
Fast in tears,
I'd like a tart.
Why does the clock tick?
Because time walks.
Why do glues stick?
Because bondage talks.
What a world it is,
Where we live in.
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PoesiaPoetry of which describes humanity's thoughts and feelings. Maybe not everything, or maybe not at all. Maybe we, humans, aren't created to be numb, and we exist to experience, therefore we feel. Enjoy yourself with a drink, as you read through these...
