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I slip into the disorder
sky murals of clouds flow
as I wish for a simple life

sometimes one can think to much
get overwhelmed by a emotional rush
and start to feel so out of touch
you can only sigh

I keep looking for messages
but there are none to see...
some things are better left unsaid.

loveland on a dirty back road
my hearts in the right place
love is a blind ambition
no such thing as a carefree highway

scraping the terrible lie off the steering wheel
the cycle of life keeps spinning
my detachable feelings are dripping
its tiny tears fill the ocean

the world is running down
hates tsunami overwhelms like a deluge
the confusion burns in disorder
we are only bags of water

not one of us is the slogan
that the walking dead build walls on...
the talking heads are to be ignored.

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Back In Flesh
Date: Saturday, 3rd March 2018 @ 04:58:58 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Back in flesh
I slip into the disorder
sky murals of clouds flow
as I wish for a simple life

sometimes one can think to much
get overwhelmed by a emotional rush
and start to feel so out of touch
you can only sigh

I keep looking for messages
but there are none to see...
some things are better left unsaid.

loveland on a dirty back road
my hearts in the right place
love is a blind ambition
no such thing as a carefree highway

scraping the terrible lie off the steering wheel
the cycle of life keeps spinning
my detachable feelings are dripping
its tiny tears fill the ocean

the world is running down
hates tsunami overwhelms like a deluge
the confusion burns in disorder
we are only bags of water

not one of us is the slogan
that the walking dead build walls on...
the talking heads are to be ignored.



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