Wanting to know,
Wanting to share,
Wanting to be,
More than anything else,
Feelings that care.
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I have no love,
And yet,It really doesn’t matter,I stir the night,And eat my foam,And hear the soft rain, chatterI have no friends,Just virtual blends,Of shadows that I shatter,And I’m alone, computerized,And yet, I findIt really does not matter
It’s a bad day,
But I have no place to go,No place to flowMy dark waters,Cry, my sadness awayMy solitude gray,Yes, it’s been a bad dayWhen love is at playAnd there is no place to goAnd even tearsWon’t come my way…
To have found
Life went byIn vain,Nothing butAn uncomfortableCover,Where sadnessAnd tears,Could not hideThe empty river,Dry, WideWithout you,Total pain.
Skeletons in the closet,
Most famous people,Are partly-rat.Who can we trust?Who do we really know?We all have some feathers,As black as crow.
Only One,
‘Every thing that’s wrong is rightAnd everything that’s right is wrong? ‘Will we ever be able to get along?Sorry, that was two questions, not one,For all is now confusion under the sun.
What’s behind the made-up face?
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.