The world isn't clear, tilted on its side.
The colors are smeared, a wild teacup ride.
I'm clueless and confused, most days
Until I look at you all sideways
A gesture saying "huh, never noticed that before."
A lot happens behind closed doors
The mind is a curious, curious place.
A lot can be told from looking at someone's face.
Eyes say more than the mouth cares to share.
If you dare stare, then starer, beware.
Euphoria comes from seeing everything upside down.
The sky is the limit, the ceiling is the ground.
The blood rushing to your head as you stand on it
Put your hand in mine, it's a perfect fit.
Now I know what a top down angle is
This is the way I want to live.
The world can be a twisted place.
A frowny face, an noose that's laced.
If you're upside down, you won't notice what's wrong.
Your face turns blue as you sing your dying song.
*COUUUGH*
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Complexity
PoetryA poem collection. These.. mean a lot to me. "Complexity is being me, not knowing who you'll really be, knowing you'll have to wait and see."
