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Okay, all you don't know that I like to write poetry. I haven't done it in a while. Which is why I'm writing this. Just need a little input. I know the grammar is bad. So don't worry. =D
The Vanishing Thought
Hidden thoughts tossed into a maze
A maze where the creator doesn't know to navigate
A place where shadow's are real and we follow them
Where we are the paper, and they the pen
Whistling our emotion's through song and praise
Living life as if it was a haze
Never knowing what to expect
Never knowing, that death is someone you have met.
It all comes back down to is those Hidden thoughts.
Hidden by another thought
Spoken over by words
And whispered by that voice we never wanted to listen to in the first place
You may try to find it
To listen finally after all that time
Finally you realized, you passed the "Do not pass" sign
But yet you jay walk, never looking to go
Getting hit by your own swarming thoughts of
Should I ditch? Or should I wish?
But you finally stop and whisper
"No"
It all vanishes
A stream of empty settles your mind
Finally, in the distance, that thought you had forgotten.
That thought you swear you had lost
Dusty and wrinkled.
Torn and written on.
You brush it off.
A question it was.
That thought which was forever lost was found.
So you pick it up and remember.
Finally after all this time.
You remember.
Should I still love?
Yes
The Vanishing Thought
Hidden thoughts tossed into a maze
A maze where the creator doesn't know to navigate
A place where shadow's are real and we follow them
Where we are the paper, and they the pen
Whistling our emotion's through song and praise
Living life as if it was a haze
Never knowing what to expect
Never knowing, that death is someone you have met.
It all comes back down to is those Hidden thoughts.
Hidden by another thought
Spoken over by words
And whispered by that voice we never wanted to listen to in the first place
You may try to find it
To listen finally after all that time
Finally you realized, you passed the "Do not pass" sign
But yet you jay walk, never looking to go
Getting hit by your own swarming thoughts of
Should I ditch? Or should I wish?
But you finally stop and whisper
"No"
It all vanishes
A stream of empty settles your mind
Finally, in the distance, that thought you had forgotten.
That thought you swear you had lost
Dusty and wrinkled.
Torn and written on.
You brush it off.
A question it was.
That thought which was forever lost was found.
So you pick it up and remember.
Finally after all this time.
You remember.
Should I still love?
Yes
