What do you want
From your isolation?
What do you seek
Spreading damnation?
What holds your near
When your mind is gone?
Why can't you get up
Too afraid to be wrong?
I'm not the one with the answers
So
Please
Don't ask
I'm not the one with the a heart full of dreams
No
Stop
Too fast
But you're still worth my while
So hold on tight
For a ride of dreams
Hold me for a moment
Forget all those things
Stand up tall
On your own two feet
Or fall into my arms
My broken, my sweet
Author notes
...
With random pondering, I wrote a poem about naught
With a straight head, I reviewed those noise thoughts
With a hand and a pen, I made poem from static
From my heart and mind rot, I turned nothing dramatic
...
...And the cold thoughts won't stop coming...
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