Saturday, September 5, 2015

State of Craziness

Let's forget metaphors.
You always make me high,
Thinking of things through force,
Things you'll never know why,
And things you might not like.
Don't join me on my hike

For I might just push you.
Don't ever stand near me,
For you don't have a clue,
You make boundaries free,
And I'd like to bite there,
Somewhere near your dark hair.

You know now I'm crazy,
So don't you be lazy,
Though your thoughts are hazy.

This is all your own fault.
If you do like to know,
For you've touched lines of fault,
And the tremors still grow.
I wish you'll love all these.
For real joy I so miss.
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