Pictures
Pictures ruined me.
Searching for stuff
that weren't supposed to be found.
The things I could do.
I'm ghosting, because my ID keeps changing.
I opened the pandoras box
and I've let all hell break lose.
The things I could do.
Like being in a dark room and for
the first time you see the sun.
Blinds you, but you keep going.
Trying to find the cause of
the misterious seeing.
Can't you smell it?
It's in your head,
but you can't identify.
That something caught my eye.
Oh the cariousity.
Is it worth finding out more.
What are those pictures?
The things I could do.
Copyright © Lana Lana | Year Posted 2016
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