Sense ExperienceA Poem by NoenameThere’s something about the sounds I hear Shake my bones Chill my soul There’s something about the things I see Burn my eyes Crush my heart There’s something about the thoughts I think Numb my mind Deepen the hole There’s something about the things I know Hold me back Bring me to life © 2011 Noename |
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Added on May 28, 2011 Last Updated on May 28, 2011 Author
NoenameBurdenAboutWords do not exist in my head, They rest at my fingers, and torn papers surrounding my bed. Color does not rest in my eyes, I see nothing but shapes, and gray skys. Knowing me, is interesting you se.. more..Writing
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