quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2015

Cry

Cry

Let me out
It hurts too much
Inside

Where`s the key?
There's no Key
There's your mind
What a...
What's that?
I've brought you something
Oh, that's kind.

A twinge in the stomach
A sarcastic point
A flavour different from yore
Is this a thought?
It's lemon lime
Great stuff
That's mine.
What a bore

Fetch me those flowers
Which ones?
Up there, by the sky
Oh my, look the hour
Stay more
Tomorrow
So, drop by
That's a date
And there'll be masks
And no more asks
And no more tasks
Or more poor rhymes



Care to open?
I can't
Oh let me
Stay back
Get aside
Try this
This one?
That's Good
Ginger Bread
Bread Winner

Pose
Feint?
Dying
Cry

Sometimes I don't believe in what the mirror on the silver lake implies.

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