Years of isolation, without any type of protection, looking for that light of connection
Yellow sings chasing me in every spot. They knew something was about to blow
Yes! was all your ears need to hear, but it was only my greys they could reach
Years of isolation, without any type of protection, looking for that light of connection
Yellow sings chasing me in every spot. They knew something was about to blow
Yes! was all your ears need to hear, but it was only my greys they could reach
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.