| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Some Day There's not enough water to replenish these brain cells and dust is piling upon my heart. I'm a paper plate on a placid lake and the shore has moved so far a w a y. There's not enough time in a day for me to do it all and the rain pours down extra heavy on my head. I'm a piano un-played in an empty room and the keys are full of lead. There aren't enough promises to cram into my pockets for me to feel the weight. I'm left with a broken heart that never even allowed the hate t o s t a y. There's a need hidden by the shades and tints of certainty and hyper-activity to have your arms around me. I'm hesistant to count on it but brave enough to get on with life and let some light in so I can see. |
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