And when I spend hours trying to focus
I try and recall my past to figure where I went wrong
Every glance at the clock I see,
An hour passed by
And every next one I think about where I lost the time
Staring into the emptiness of the plain walls wondering about nothing at all to everything there is must be a hidden talent
Cause I find myself doing it for hours
And behind all those walls and underneath all those barriers and layers
I found a face which I was too blind to notice existed
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This third one strangely sounds like a pick up line . I'm running out of good stuff y'all.
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Poetry"A glimpse inside will scare you away but the ones who really care will choose to stay" ~The words that once struggled to be said, The thoughts that longed to be put into words, The feelings that were tired of being pushed aside, And the emotion...
