Let me know if there is any painting I could break
or a poem i could burn
how could someone lose themselves just to be seen in the edge of a crack
if only they could be seen
Becoming a rose as pretty as it could be
Becoming a tree as strong as it could be
Becoming a white shark who requires a loneliness
Becoming an Orang Utan whom losing its home
In one day,
it all could be changed,
In one day,
a person mind, the behavior could be mixed up like a monkey looking for the right place to live
My heads are above the sky,
i feel all the ecstasy running through my system,
my body is shaking,
i feel all the touch getting thinner,
Is it too late to turn around?
do i finally figure it out or do i only walk around?
i forgot to change the koil, it already burnt
nothing to see in the past, they already left
What do i want?
what do i need?
is this what i want?
is this what i need?
give me one more roll,
and let me figure out how to kill.
About the Creator
istdennisa
Be the wind off yourself, thy will get the clear, clean breeze thy looking for.
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