What's felt



What's felt

I thinks She's already seen
Everything I'm about to dream
I'm running outta time
I'm running, I'm running
I'm running like Ice cream

I think she's already seen
That she's a beauty queen
I'm here just right in between the lines like a balance beam
Can I switch it up?

Can I go good or bad?
I'm trying grab that life,
That life I never had
I think she's already seen
That I'm good and I'm bad
But what she wants is its not what's right in between

Something I can't do
I'm trying change those dreams
But then it won't even change
It's like a tattoo stuck to my brain
I'm doing too much I think I'm going insane

I think she's already seen
Everything I'm about to dream
I'm running, outta time
I'm running, I'm running
I'm running, Like ice cream
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Submitted on October 14, 2014

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Scheme aBCDB Aabx exeAea xxxff ABCDB
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 728
Words 145
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 5, 4, 6, 5, 5

Dez Marius

I write my poems cause I love the way i can just look at a paper and just put something there and that something means something that everyone can relate too. I write now to write to become better then what i just wrote. i basically write to over season my food... I became a writerHey can't say nothing else I grew up really and truly I didn't know what to do Didn't realize my brain was growing in a rubbish They said I was dumb But can they distinguish what I write I was so dumb I rode a bike high as a kite Yes it knock me out It was on sight Woke up 7 days late Poems hitting to the head but I can't read on sight I found it something I could do Wake up each day catch it from start to finish I'm on top I see what to go with One thing stopping me I go to read them And I'm like ................. more…

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