www.whyville.net Sep 19, 2007 Weekly Issue



Ducky464
Whyville Poet

Underground

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PANDEMIC
Ignite my fear of confession
there's too much tension,
but I'm just stressing.
Yet you linger, for comprehension.

I tear my words into bits and pieces
bottling emotions up, till the day it releases.
Barley a whisper, a vague note of sound

take me underground,
take me underground.

Timid me, no drive to please.
I'm just stressing.
It's my own disease.
I'll take my ease,
but please,
don't be a tease.

Barley a whisper, a vague note of sound.
take me underground.
take me where no fear is found.
take me with, to underground.

Where carelessness is my surround.
Just take me with, underground.

 

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