squeaking down linoleum halls
scattering thoughts aside
crumpled papers line a waste-basket
a picture forms in ceiling cracks
running distances away
taking the more beaten boulevard
a gentle draft brushes itself past
as the words just spoke are ingested
clogging arteries with exchange of words
droning on with endless thoughts
perception begins to sway
echoing off in the far distant
incoherant and timid
taciturn smiles and abandoned hearts
offer sympathy and hollow headed remarks
turn them down and walk away
mumurs in the far off bounce off the cranium
slightly hearing them
a shadow is being followed
meet it in the darkest place in the heart
right next to where I stopped caring.
Author notes
im feeling a lot of emotion right now, and i apologize if it doesn't make sense, and it probably completly won't, Its quite an unexplainable type of thing....
p.s. I love using a thesaurus
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