Slow Beat Sunday
By KLM775
My mind is in a fog
When its a Slow Beat Sunday
My body wants to move, RUN
But I'm in a stun, a trap tailor made for me
Its peaceful this slow beat day
It still pulls me away
What can I do?
My mind doesn't have a clue how simple it is
She thinks I don't care but that's all I do
But we all have a wall
My mind is used to starting over
That's a Slow Beat Sunday.
Author Notes: Photo by David Jusko on unsplash.com
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