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By Elsa Michaela | @surfthoughtPublished 4 months ago 1 min read

(I started writing because I wanted to be able to write lyrics, mostly I don’t find the rhythm, but this one came out fast and I reckon its more of a song than a poem.)

Don’t you get sick of playing baby

Passing yourself around

Living up to everyone’s illusions

Just waiting for the sun to go down

Player, does it hurt to walk on glass, when the mirror smashes to the floor?

Player I’ll wipe the blood up that leads to your door

Player, player, player

Gone and got me good

Oh player, player, player

Gone and got me good

And what of the real person

Afraid to show he’s human

Pleases everyone one around him

And drives himself to ruin


About the Creator

Elsa Michaela | @surfthought

When you hear a song

One that stops you in your tracks

That seems spoken from your own mind

Do you listen and listen again?

Follow its streams until a tide,

Inside you

Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts

…Yeah, me too

INSTA - @surfthought

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