Will I shout till my mouth runs dry?
Will I use pens and papers for them to find?
Heal is far from my mind
Deal with it or escape is a try
They think I'm the man of steel
Controls all my wheels and wills
The reals cause me to reel
I just use the face I can steal
Will I shout till my mouth runs dry?
Will I use pens and papers for them to find?
Heal is far from my mind
Deal with it or escape is a try
Will I shout till my mouth runs dry?
Will I use pens and papers for them to find?
Heal is far from my mind
Deal with it or escape is a try
They think that my words aren't feels
Writing nonchalantly about the kills
When I'm in fridge I'm in grill
But I will be in mind of tranquil
Will I shout till my mouth runs dry?
Will I use pens and papers for them to find?
Heal is far from my mind
Deal with it or escape is a try
I'm blue but will be in teal
Teal to shout what I really feel
Teal to tell what's my real deal
Teal to me to be heal and free
Teal to the path away from trees
I will be still till I'm in teal
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Poetry"A boat sailing on an ocean floor, trying to resist the big tidal waves and stormy winds". A poetic picture that illustrates this very poetry collection. Ready to pass through this catastrophe.
