I speak in english
you speakin tongues
you say it's cryptic
i say that's dumb
but the riddles don't stop
they ripple and numb
....
This makes no sense... to keep talking this way .... sending unreadable signals to eachother.... it's true! we both know that we are the enemy.... we are the nuisance.... we are the ones responsible for our own demise....
.....
you know what i'm saying
you know how i speak
you know how to hear me
you now we are weak
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so 'why' is my question.... and 'why' is the only way out, why did we come this far only to get tangled up in rhyme.... why does it break every bone in my body to hear your voice again... it doesn't drip onto.... it seeps right through....
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but when will you know
that words aren't enough
sometimes they just distract
from.... well.... more important things
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so here it is posed to you.... in daylight... in plain daylight.... it's something that we both don't understand .... and somthing that we both really don't want to talk about ...but it's weight is heavy ..... this is the question .... the last i might add............. why?
1 Comments:
because poetry is beautiful.
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