Blog post 'If The Gray Was to Eat My Heart....'
If The Gray Was to Eat My Heart....
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( this is a random mishmash of words that's called a poem)
If I was screaming,
I could make it more clear,
No I'm not angry,
Nor full of rage.
Gods, I can't take the dramatics,
Of the world
And of the human race
Our superiority issuses are growing.
Numerous is the day,
When you remember who we once were.
Childhood was a lovily thing.
No I don't understand love.
Not the love you speak of .
If I could understand this,
Or not give word of advice,
Would you love me more?
He's a broken thing and
the collection of the tools,
That you use on him
If I was screaming,
I could make it more clear,
No I'm not angry,
Nor full of rage.
Gods, I can't take the dramatics,
Of the world
And of the human race
Our superiority issuses are growing.
Numerous is the day,
When you remember who we once were.
Childhood was a lovily thing.
No I don't understand love.
Not the love you speak of .
If I could understand this,
Or not give word of advice,
Would you love me more?
He's a broken thing and
the collection of the tools,
That you use on him
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