Words are simply designed as means
of language.
Let me speak the words you recognize,
and the ones you don't.
Allowing risky passage with a chance
you wont make it through.
Laws restrict our minds from being free
motion without madness is concentrated
passion limited to only what you see.
Cultivate the atmosphere and awaken those
colors you have yet to discover, like the sparkle
in the eye of your future lover.
Use your hands to feel around the noise
so beautifully dancing around your body
embraced in every note of sound.
Escape through every inch of your mind
stretch it to the dark corners that your fears won't tread.
i'm here, i'm here,
and ill always be,
waiting for you to be free.
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Author:
Mayo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2016 16:13
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Comments2
It is almost like getting in touch with your inner child.
very nice work here
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