Mixed bag of Emotions

I tried to save the world but how can I when I don't know love,
So I'm pulling back the reins like i'm stuck on a pitcher's glove.
Now I feel like I'm crashing as I try to get to them,
But that must be like selling Florida some autumn.
In the summer,
I can feel the sun burns even when I'm blocked out like a murmur.
I hear no echo coming from these empty walls with my heart,
Now I'm starving for love with not an appetizer to start
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
More of a rap than a poem

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