I want to tell you more.
Things that I can explain.
I want to choose my paths.
In every other way.
I've never felt so different.
Knowing you the same.
I am seriously lost.
It's an objective to things that come across.
I want to see threw this tinted glass.
The glass between me and you.
It's a separation of undying questions for you.
A sequencing of my past from the present.
I wish that you explain;
Life for an example of us without a brain.
In the well being that things could go wrong.
I sit here for example.
What things can go wrong?
Why am I so strange in so many ways?
Why am I so different?
I think I'm certainly insane.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
