Under what I say Is Always Truth
Me? I don't know
what I am, every
letter in my name
spells something I don't.
Want me to say?
I can't.
I never speak
I only recite
and it hurts
my rib cage.
No one except maybe
you could see my
Brown Hair and appreciate
the color. once I
saw the stars
and thay
only made me long
for the grass that
I see in my head
and that ocean that
I read or once read.
Did I ever tell you
you make me scream
did I ever want to?
No. But I
thought about it.
I watch a lazy world go by
and only think that
I am special,
But thats
just for you.
Who knows I don't.
Forgive, but never forget why.
If I can't say this no one can.
I care about you, your
clothes your hand, but who
knows? I do.
I only want to see you smile
that smile I don't know
who you are.
My trait
oh my trait
It's what I wear like that
chain, my forgiveness
my care for you.
For me myself
oh I!
I care I truly do.
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