sans titre 1

You hear the sound of
boiling water,
just like the voices
in your head.
Always grumbling,
how good enough
you never were.
You hear them.

Matter of fact,
they were humans.
Like you and I,
the only difference was,
the clothes
they had on.

And if tomorrow they
doubt our
existence;
If they’d sit
around and argue
how easy we had it.
Or how silly
our clothes look to them,
I most certainly
do not want to
hear it.

g.o.
le 7 novembre
23:54

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