(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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