Windows.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
Staying on topic is like eating the air.
And lungs do not count. See that's how my mind works. Only I'm a repeated object of disposal, And you're the can that makes me wanted. Notice when people stared? Thought we were too open to be real, And someone told me I was just pathetic. I almost hit him. I almost cleaned his clock. But I have an eleven year old scar on my face To remind me to never back talk him, Never speak the honest-to-god emotions again. Well he thinks I'm just growing up too fast. I said I liked the color purple, and being true. Suffocation keeps throwing me a curve ball. Now don't you see? I just grabbed a fist full of my hair. © 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on March 30, 2013 Last Updated on March 30, 2013 AuthorxXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..Writing
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