Why does it feel like you hear.
Am I thinking clear?
Why does this feel weird.
I don't know if your here.
Where is life taking us?
Can we hop on a bus?
Wow this is sus.
Is there a connection between us.
This makes me want to cuss.
I really hate this fuss.
I really wish it could be us.
Against the world I can stand.
I feel like this was planned.
Why am I so mad?
Do we stand hand and hand?
Maybe I don't understand.
Why do my words feel like I'm talking with sand.
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'...
