My first post here... Good to see you all...
i took to the rain to my back standing in this frosted weather
i stop to measure my breath trying to put these thoughts together
it's often blurry, like the words when you've lost the letter
i lost the feathers in my grandfathers sweater till Its lost it's plush
tossed up and washed together, an obvious loss of my thoughts
when there locked forever, like the loss of a lover
a suicidal intake when they boxed the cutter
the talk and clutter all together, blocked in stutter
I often wonder about the laws of others
if they have a moral compass or they've lost their buffers
the shit that people say, it's gotta stop forever
because hostility thrives at cost of others