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Standing still once more
Running ever so fast
Blinders unfolded from above
Dancing inside a full bathroom all alone

Lighter doesn’t work and yet my cigarette waits
Woman in yellow moves as if inspired by Angels
Happiness rings out loud for all to here it’s whispers
Contemplating my existence the next morning no more

Listening to someone else’s opinion of me and not caring
A clear bowl of ice water numbs the migraine headache of self
One mans opinion of another shouldn’t matter and yet often it does
My looks are too subtle; I’m covered in makeup yet no one really knows me

Ransomed randomizes the inner core of sight once more
The next day is today as I think of something else to do with my spare time
Working with my hands since my fading youth is my backup plan of plans
Music eases the mind; Dancing eases the soul; Sunlight will forever be my bare skin friend.

Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 2.13.2020

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If tomorrow never came
Date: Thursday, 13th February 2020 @ 06:59:27 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Slogan

Standing still once more
Running ever so fast
Blinders unfolded from above
Dancing inside a full bathroom all alone

Lighter doesn’t work and yet my cigarette waits
Woman in yellow moves as if inspired by Angels
Happiness rings out loud for all to here it’s whispers
Contemplating my existence the next morning no more

Listening to someone else’s opinion of me and not caring
A clear bowl of ice water numbs the migraine headache of self
One mans opinion of another shouldn’t matter and yet often it does
My looks are too subtle; I’m covered in makeup yet no one really knows me

Ransomed randomizes the inner core of sight once more
The next day is today as I think of something else to do with my spare time
Working with my hands since my fading youth is my backup plan of plans
Music eases the mind; Dancing eases the soul; Sunlight will forever be my bare skin friend.

Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 2.13.2020

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