Bitter
A million minds
All thinking for themselves
Different race
Different sex
Dreaming of the things they want
The minds that never stop
Listening to the heart is false
They are just words from old
It is our safety net from wanting more
You think of what you want too
I'll do the same
We will never meet
There is no end
So we just pretend to agree
When the doors are closed
You are free to go along your train of thought
Circle through your desires
Young or old
Wishing or remembering...
You can't have them with me?
...I know, of course not
Stressing always to get the point across
I cannot read minds
That I am grateful for
Our minds is what makes us free
Yet the can hurt others without realizing
What's the point?
One person gives their heart
Regrets it once given
Wants to pass it along but realizes it too late
Left with desires
What are you thinking about?
Nothing don't worry...
A million minds
But ask one
The closest One
Expect a lie
It's all false
Copyright © Bradley Walton | Year Posted 2010
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