And so I, in my deepest thoughts, doth think
Of the beginning of a lot of thinks and cringe
What about the if and if nots
Knowledge sometimes can make me go nuts
Just when it seems so much to muchly take in
A light shines out of nowhere on a blind man's eyes
And suddenly he sees with his eyes closed
Wait, what exactly doth he thinketh I meaneth?
It was her, certo, Lei
She was a beacon of hope, a hopeful beacon
and still looks back and glances at me
It sends shivers down my hood
Electric charges causes an unknown expansion
Possibly couldn't charge my heart enough
It's too broken to hold an electric charge
Broken heart does not dignify a broken spirit
Or does it?, I sure know my spirit is intact
Wait, here she comes, grinning and smiling
Like I am Batman and she's Harley Quinn
What do I perform as a wade-off art?
Do I just ignore and put off my hardcore mask
What happens next is the future and not a certain
Thus here I must say, I draw the curtain
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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