26 January 2013
Our words are written inside of our mind,
All comfy and cosy;
Engraved inside.
And if for some reason,
We speak them aloud,
Off we go into the crowd.
Where judged we will be ,
And judged we have taught.
Life would be simpler if we just would have fought,
Back the words we held in our minds, all comfy & cozy & hidden inside.
Words • Opuss № I