Brooding minds and seething hearts
Faithful things torn apart
Shallow voices count to ten
In hopes to keep our monkeys fed
Brooding hearts and seething minds
We dot our I's and stay in line
Cross our hearts and hope to die
So we dot our T's and cross our I's
YOU ARE READING
Various words
PoetryMiscellaneous bits of poetry, thoughts, and emotional venting find this 'story' as their home.
