You steal, yeah you stole.
My heart, my words, and my favorite rhymes.
Hard to follow out such logic drawn from my surroundings.
Such words that pierce your veil of lies.
Jolly Frolly words filled with mistrust.
Follow me to the field where the pulsing reside.
Standing, eyes locked on another.
Hands clasped close denying my presence.
A soulless heart and a heartless soul can not fall in love.
My attempts are futile.
About Me
- T.K. Rousseau
- I write, explore randomly around the town I live in, and I often forget what I was doing whilst exploring. I stare at the sky, night and day. I kick rocks when I walk. I sometimes miss the mark, trip and fall. I like water. I like calm music. I like loud and rambunctious music. I want to live by the ocean one day, preferably the Pacific. Not in a town or city, maybe a village, but secluded from humanity but close enough to see and touch it. I want to one day own one pair of shoes and live off of what my writing can bring in. I want simple living but the type of simple that is elaborate. I'm rambling on I suppose.
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