Begin with the principle to heal
An absence of emotions
Tend to look at that which makes me feel
A little more than retentions
A pretentious tendencies yet to kill
Intend to visualize the innate desire
The root of the cause, a lack of affection
Muster the courage to talk to the liars
Yet again it tolls on the emotional correction
"You have to see this,
You supposed to sense that"
I supposed you notice,
I have done that
Don't correct me from the freedom of thought
The direction of which I can't be bought
Attention of mine which you have caught
Do help me through this emotional drought
YOU ARE READING
To the Hallway,
PoetryHouse of words that is riddled with a hint of color and a smear of conscience, beneath the impeccable canvas of stainless mind.
