Look at them and see into their faces
Can you see their happiness fading away?
It´s not because of they're wearing braces
It´s because of the mobile phones on their way
Staring on the screens all the time
Searching for luck with blood in the mobile
Never finding it, promises to cry
Please, lay it down for a little while
Do you want to destroy your future?
Will you forget the art of how to live?
You'll never hear the bus coming to the station
So please don't cry to the driver a forgive
It's very dangerous just looking on the phone
It's like walking with eyes glued on the floor
Why you let a little quadrilateral get the whole control
So you can't live without it anymore?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry {english~german}
Poetry✖art Never comes From Happiness ✖ Wenn ich schreibe, kann ich vergessen. Late night thoughts, könnte man sagen. Wenn es nichts mehr gibt, was mich hält, habe ich das hier. Und es hilft. © dirtandroses All rights reserved ---------- Cover by Carmen...
