Journal #6
- nicolassimonp
- Sep 7, 2018
- 1 min read
Journal #6
Conversations
Words appear to be endless, never ending, and everlasting
Every word is special and yet tongue lashing
A person talks, another listens
Look at the distance, under the moon, which glitters
A topic ends, another is brought
Lost in words, people can get caught
Time flies by and no one notices, no one cares
Just spitting out words and sitting in their chairs
Sitting on a moving boat under the stars
So the grass would never cut through their skins
They are talking words that do not make sense
But hear them talk fills you with suspense
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