I don't know why I'm in in this place.
I can't keep my mind stable.
Why can I see your face.
While I'm sitting at this table.
I'm so disorganized,
I want to be alone at times.
I'm disguised.
I feel like I'm doing crimes.
What even is the case?
Where is the cable?
I really need space.
Your telling a fable.
I'm so surprised.
I look at the pines;
And I realise my remise.
Stop sending me signs.
Let me look into your eyes.
I really wish it was night.
Your heart reminds me of a fly.
Let me fly like a kite.
I can't help but to cry,
At this sight.
I'm lost,
And I can't find my path.
I can't stand being bossed.
Maybe I'm a psychopath,
Or maybe I'm lost at last.
Leave this all in the past.
Your insane.
Stop being part of a cast.
Use your stupid brain.
Your not saying these things your bursting in flames.
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'...
