ROSE ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I HAVE A SPLIT PERSONALITY AND |
Okay so Im writing a poem about you
I mean Im writing a poem for you...
Cant move
Neither fingers nor toes...
This pain i feel
that never heals...
Mommy, mommy
i bet you, you can't find me...
Ima cry my mama tears
I try to calm my mama fears...
She is the music conductor that orchestrates my every heartbeat, on our imagination stage, thats how we express our emotions through elements of rhythm. |
Try to focus but i only seem to stare more so i close my eyes so maybe i can hear more a hint or clue of what im here for. |
Life is just a book missing a cover. |