Do I look dumb?
Can you find my thumb?
Are you on the run?
Where is the sun?
Little boy blue.
The man on the moon.
Little boy in space,
You've done lost your face.
It's quite dark.
I lost the fight to spark.
Please get in,
And help me drive this car.
It is no sin,
To be a part,
To help me hold the wheel.
We won't go far.
We shall need a cart,
To help you feel,
The pain,
The suffer,
Your brain,
At a buffer.
I need no wonder,
The fear of going under.
For when you shall awaken.
Your mind will be forsaken.
As ally love was taken.
Take,
Take,
Take,
Me from this place
Take,
Take,
Take,
Me to hells gates.
Erase,
Erase,
Erase,
My thoughts and leave them blank.
YOU ARE READING
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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'...
