23AA Poem by chael
What is this out sanity?
Para sitting off of me, Simply no mutualism, Not a bee, Pollinating; loving me, But love is over used, It's tossed and abused, Little love, who are you? Do you serinade my sane? Are you the picture in My frame? Are you in the chambers of My brain? Dain, suffixes for days, Are you, who do's the blue's? Cardiovascular system, been crushed and bruised, Is that why my veins are blue? Because of you, who do's the blue's? Cruise, my ship been sailed, Now I'm in sanity, Para sitting inside of me, Only the bluest of oceans, Controls these motions, Out riding me, Not too shy from sending me, to the 23A, You're sending me to the 23A. © 2015 chaelAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorchaelKansas City, MOAboutOld, introspective, tired, bored. I do not think an all knowing, all powerful god would have created this mess we call existence. She/He could create anything and yet here we are with pain, loneline.. more..Writing
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