Crazy Minds At Work
there are no options
the night is still young
memory about lost love is not good
i am not sure what i feel
i dont know what i did
pray that i dont regret it
am i supposed to say such things
and i cant stop thinking that
i am pyscho and bloody liar
and i need some ammo
i dont fucking know what to do
i start a new conversation
when others dry up
i make the rules
so shut up
coz you just got lucky baby
P.S. :- This poem is entirely made of lines i said to people while chatting with them last night. If it makes any sense to you please use the comments section to share your interpretation. If it does not make any sense please leave your email id in the comments section.
2 comments:
i got lucky 4 yrs ago :)
Hey! I like the look of your blog :)
Nice
And as far as the poem is concerned. It surely does not make a LOT of sense but then yea its just a regular poem with you expressing your feelings in short lines :P
And if you think my interpretation does not make sense then my email id...LMAO
cherryantacids08@yahoo.com
CHeers!
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