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The Wheels on The Bus

Poetry By: dubl
Poetry


Go round and round.


Submitted:Aug 12, 2008    Reads: 105    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The day has come in full bloom
And i am sitting here alone like June
But July was such a waste
Do you remember how I taste?
And my shadow loves my imperfection
Here's a pill feed on my infection
Be the blood inside my veins
Be the thing that leaves me drained
Kiss bad karma on the lips
And I hope you find something meaningless
But you hold it true
Then you'll know why this is through
And you can stop your mouth from talking
But I can't stop my feet from walking
Getting walked-on tires my body out
And my throat is sore from shouting out
And my head is tired of hearing it
And my heart is tired of feeling it
And my bones are cold and peeling and
The walls I've built lost the ceiling and
The codes I've talked in are losing their effect
At least to one of us this was meaningless





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