Something isn't right about this
I walk out, and I try to doubt it
But every time I do it's like I'm pulled back into you
It's like the nagging feeling
When your mind starts reeling
When you just start up the car, but forgot to lock the door
You kick your shoes off one more time
Curse as you step on inside
And just like that you're back again, I think that lock had purpose
And it's one pink pill
We've got some burning thoughts to kill
Just you and me, and that makes three.. along with my conscience
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intresting read, thanks for sharing. **Hugz** CC