sit down while u stand in tha dark

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
spaces in my mind

Submitted: September 08, 2008

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Submitted: September 08, 2008



silent iz tha night

never did i hear tha night right

ears grip tight

to tha silence of tha night

or did i hear tha night right

tha nights air iz cold

telling me its lips are never placed on hold

a sheet in tha wind iz how my thoughts unfold

bulding a house of cards n tha wind i waz told

tha cold air of tha night controled my ear lob like a mould

my train of thought grows mold

concatenation made out 2 b slow

stillness makes replacements show

my heart beats in a basement below

while action wurds sink below tha plateau

arising frum tha ocasion always says ill go

leaving quick forgotten wat i know

wrinkles of mistakes never grow old

make everything ready to be under sold

makes it all priceless more than solid gold

so why should tha night speak

jus ta give an excuse of why like old stairs words squeak

or iz tha night air waitin for u to speak

maybe jus tryin ta get u ta stand 2 ur feet

afraid to no defeat

battles and wars are never ment 2 b nice and neat

cleaned with bleach

makes all tha colors of experince and diffrence a silent speech

it wasnt tha nights deceit

whispers of tha night seem incomplete

when u stoped listening ta tha cold night ur consumed by ur own heat


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