Spirits Keep Talking

There’s some skeletons in my closet

No one knows why I’m holding

I don’t know why I’m folding

it all in, You never would

of thought my thoughts went

so far off the rocket, slipped into

a hell of trip, Ok you have yours too

Though do you hear voices that talk to you

Do you know what I mean when it never stops

Though you pretend your just like them

Deemed a criminal to begin

6.26.15

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  1. seanbidd's avatar seanbidd says:

    Either side of doors, dark desperate shadows taunting the fickle light to a room’s weathered broken windows, and vast endless fields of tall unbroken greens and golds, painted by an amicable sun.

  2. jmsabbagh's avatar jmsabbagh says:

    Hi,there is always the other side ,where thing are beautiful and bright.Jalal

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