One morning hour of wasted conversation Part 2 Right here on this crooked seat I fall asleep as I listen to this wretched tunes My legs still nervously shaking My fingers beating with the tone Ideas keep swirling in my head But they dont come to stay My restlessness is not a choice But a blessing by my higher powers I keep aiding my insecure stupidity Just for some momentary recognition. I become a stranger to myself every passing moment And I have homed this cold war I wish sometimes I wasnt true But this curse I have married Then his psychedelic words keeps ringing all over Like the leftover of loud annoying bell This isnt happening I convince myself But I am still here And she still keeps provoking my hunger But doesnt offer any relief I think I know the place Where this cruelty doesnt exist But I am trapped here With no rescue And I am not insane I just dont belong here I am an angel stripped off of my wings And my heaven they deprived Keeps on singing my weird creepy friend I m not here, I m not here Pukar Ktm
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 07:40:34 +0000
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