A New Tone
Music so blurred
you can't hear the words
It's become so full
you can't just use chords
Nothing the same
With no one to blame
Like running your hands
Through the grass and carpet
It will never be sufficient again
So long as we will be men
We are so crammed with lies
No more thought goes into replies
We've left no room for compassion
Replaced love with sex and fashion
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Longboard_Man
I've been writing poetry for about two years now, I just finished my first year at Purdue and I am a gymnast, parkour enthusiast, longboarder and I do pretty much every other extreme sport, and I adore nature.
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