Normal Is A Thing Of The Past - Poem by Isaak DeMaio
Fixtures of friends,
quietly we pass time,
inches, she sits away,
my confidence: her prime.
She feasts on vibrations,
continually glued to second thoughts,
her friends never seem the same,
normalities refugee's fraught.
what does she believe?
What does she truly feel?
Does she believe the love she receives?
forcing the issue,
flaw design: misconception.
new life's starting debut,
I am the kick,
deep inside of you.
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