Comforting Sounds
I dont feel alright
in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
I dont feel alright
because you make promises that you break.
Into your house,
why dont we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
Its hard to make sense,
feels as if Im sensing you through a lens.
If someone else comes,
Ill just sit here listening to the drums.
Previously I never called it solitude.
And probably you know all the dirty shows Ive put on.
Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it. Honestly.
Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop.
And now all the good kids are messing up.
Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
....jedna reka trzymam Twoja fotografie, a druga mysle o Tobie...
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