deepundergroundpoetry.com
Confession
Confection confession: I don't even know what confection means, but confession.
I was lonely and I am still lonely.
I was at the surface of the pool and I dove down; the deeper I went, the darker it got.
Silloute Silloute;I see silk.
I take a breath in and out.
Then after out and in.
Trapped is the correct description of me.
Almost always anxious and avoiding aid.
I want to get laid;in a field of dandelions.
Pay me in fame.
Pay me attention,I seek it.
Why do you assume me; amuse me.
I was lonely and I am still lonely.
I was at the surface of the pool and I dove down; the deeper I went, the darker it got.
Silloute Silloute;I see silk.
I take a breath in and out.
Then after out and in.
Trapped is the correct description of me.
Almost always anxious and avoiding aid.
I want to get laid;in a field of dandelions.
Pay me in fame.
Pay me attention,I seek it.
Why do you assume me; amuse me.
Published 13th May 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 472
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
