all these sappy love songs make me feel things
I don't wanna feel
and if it comes out sometime,
don't let me pretend that it ain't realall these happy songs they're singing,
I don't have no place in that
and if it comes out sometime,
don't let me tell you I don't want thatall these sappy love songs make me feel things
I don't wanna feel
and if I come out sometimes,
don't say I didn't warn you, babyI'm a messy crier
my eyes start burning, throat starts getting sore
don't say I didn't warn ya
when you're running for the door,and
all these talking shadows
make me think that I'm going crazy
this life in isolation
turns my "no way"s into a maybeand all these happy love songs
I don't wanna bite my tongue here
but I've got good things to say
and I'm afraid, yes, I'm afraidall these sappy love songs make me feel things
I don't wanna feel
and if I come out sometime,
make me feel much more than real,
I will feel much more than real
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)