Screamin’ with my mouth shut
Weepin’ with my feelings shut.
Bolted and stowed away,
in metal trunks floating on the sun.
Dangerous to touch.
Seein' colours in the dark.
A rainbow of black and white pics.
Shivers in the scorching heat.
All happening passively, but yet quite obstinately
still loving up each eerie moment
that’s passing by softly.
Dangerous to let go.
My thoughts, feelings, moods
LOUD yet quiet out on the surface.
It’s never what it seems is it?
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