Staring through
My PC screen
- I never thought -
That I have been
So blue
Droplets clinging
To windows closing
Red leaves falling
Pillows drenched
In heavy teardrops
So true
I've been clouded by this fantasy
As harmless as it truly be
It redirects my precious eyes
To things not worth my precious time
So now I take my medicine
But I don't know what it puts in
So now I'm crying
I'm crying
I know it sucks to be this way
And I'm ashamed to tell this to the world
That what bothers me isn't what you all are thinking
That what bothers me isn't what you all are thinking.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
