The Misunderstood, by Lydia Rose Subscribe to rss feed for Lydia Rose

I want to call out,
To shout out,
To speak.

She wants to cry out,
To scream out,
To be heard.

He wants to walk out,
To jump out,
To live.

But they want to lie down,
Rest, buried underground,
To die
Posted: 2014-07-17 21:18:06 UTC

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