Jake says the world is ending.
I say turn the news off and be happy.
But I feel so damn sad.
Sad to the core,
and happy on the outside.
Crush this anger,
find the blame.
Nothing will ever be the same..
Everything's a poem..
But I can't find the rhythm.
Everything is art,
I wish I was gifted from the start.
Blehhh
2 comments:
the world has always been ending
and life is always beginning... you just have to let it.
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