The Romantic Particles of Perception, by Where The World Ends
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The colors of the sky
Fill your atmosphere to the brim
A pleasant surprise, a painful sin
Ink splotch-turned thoughts
Examine your psyche
Unsure, bemused, unable to break free
Everything so horribly typical
Distorts itself
Varnished in your brain, on a shelf
Why does it please
To the point of pain
To contemplate everything, without refrain
The weather breaks my thoughts
Like a wave
I’m a single pebble, I cannot be saved
Sitting alone, cracked open
Like a single pistachio, broken
I am more whole, full of feelings unspoken |
Posted: 2015-06-12 21:36:16 UTC |
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