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My sick sense

I wanna have a world together 

That we build forever 

 

I wanna agree on what’s true 

Baby, I just wanna make sense to you 

 

I know you see things different 

it’s what gets to me 

 

Sometimes I feel you love to argue 

Just to generate heat 

 

But we need to establish premises 

We need to get real 

 

So much hangs in the balance 

When we agree to disagree 

 

Facts are stupid 

The truth’s relative 

 

But we might never get to it 

With a feuding family 

 

I get angry I get down 

Just when I turn you on 

 

I can’t tell if this love is true 

But I just wanna make sense to you 

◄ You left the meeting

Teaching a kid to read ►

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Robert C Gaulke

Sun 15th Nov 2020 16:47

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Ghazala lari

Sun 15th Nov 2020 15:00

Nice twisted title, attractive.

Your poem makes so much sense. Intuitive powers to blend ?

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