Poems from kappa7
Strummin' on a ukulele
Watchin’ all the people pass daily
Lookin’ on the ground
Not making a sound
And you call me crazy?
And you call me...
Walking down the hallway,
Just like any other day
Seeing but blind.
Not noticing the anthropy
Just focusing on only me
Faking I’m kind....
To the brown-haired girl
With the pretty hazel eyes:
Never using never needing
Never wanting a disguise;
Look you in the face
Never...