Powerful concentration on those we separate, Nobody wants to hear your voice, A change that will never happen, I will not stop until someone listens to me,
By Tambourine Man7 months ago in Poets
Follow the fountain of this mountain, It glistens as it arks through the cavern, There sure are a lot of rocks in between these signs,
She is coming back for me, soon, Parked between two front house trees, Searching for nervosity, Afraid of the answer that she might find,
A bad habit to break, Started with today if you can believe it, The mounting pressure of society, Is not very nice, Remember to breathe and express yourself,
By Tambourine Man8 months ago in Poets
Searching for the meaning behind the eros, Of tied hair, A control issue perhaps, Not for me it's a vision of submission, Daddy,
Take a bit of time to think about what has gone by, Was it all worth the trouble of pretending happiness, This substance is more fluent than time itself,
Soul meltdown is not recommended, I would not wish it on anyone, Confusion and back to square one, The other half whispering somewhere to you in,
A favorite saying just popped into, My head today, It made me very happy, Almost giddy enough to choke on it, Where did the root of the story go,
Yellow is such an odd color, The budderflies come out when the grass is cut quick, Escape their flutters, A very big flight plan sounds fun,
A mighty pen of metal, Is about to enter my skin and blood, One moment A dramatic pause that will always taint my soul, My spine is tingling with the rubbing sensation,
Never have I felt so slow before, I do not enjoy this feeling, Please make it stop progressively dimmer, Do not have the gumption to do much better,
A tattoo is a memory in ink, Different people's perspectives of a life, Placed in willing randomness, With what the time desired,
