can you feel the world turning?
someone's hurting, someone's mourning
have you listened to the sounds that call me?
feel so lonely, fear is closing
i can feel them standing right beside you
don't feel confused, don't be consumed
it's not the words that they whispered
it's not what they said
but the messages i misheard
lingers in my head
people standing in a neat little row now
can't hear a sound, see them all frown
children sitting in isolation
intimidation, compensation
all around the population keeps on growing
never knowing, always hoping
it's not the words that they whispered
it's not what they said
but the messages we misheard
lingers in our heads
and we still don't seek the answers
because we never ask
there may be a chance of
common interest clash
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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