In the realms Of uncertainty Body tense , Adrenaline Flowing freely through your veins Hands clammy , hot Sweat on you brow Heart feeling shot Sending you Internal text messages That lodge deep within That nagging feeling Vague but persistent Like a drum beat Slow to random You know itís There telling you To run
This doesnít Feel right Better the devil you know You been acquaintances For years But have you truly felt Raw , giving your all ...
I did again I did again What did I gain WHHAAA- swipe :)
Here I am and it's ten fifty five at night I'm swiping again at them dating apps mrrraaagh
I don't really know what I stand to gain again I'm faced with this argument (Like do you ever read the room or your emotions?) I have no self control when it comes to being alone I don't mhm.. (And repetition doesn't drive you crazy?) Awh man, I'm glad now that you asked it's been the 4th month back to back with this (With what?) Whit this! (What's that?) ...
Rain dripped off of a gutter like syrup. It only made the seconds stretch into minutes, giving me time to think, think, think. Think about something, something in my head, something I canít hide, something somewhere, something that seems like nothing, the nothing that is me.
What has it come to? matter of fact it's that little hop in your step A little silly grin once her name starts being mentioned again Little nicknames and rhyme schemes, Fucking so cute it makes you want to puke Rainbows It's the happenstance pillow talks, once in the while the bed gets new groove you want to outline it in chalk for a crime of them being your cinderblock in a mafia movie because you're falling deep A little nibble here and there now you're marked like Cain but she's not Able to hold your heavy heart ...
In Cupid's secret queue of the early dawn getting the biscuits quiet as a field mouse pimento red dark roses essence dew drops sweet as ardor listening to silence dripping from the fluorescence memories dressed as ganglions under my skin † listening to silence aged of philosophy † in Cupid's secret queue of the early dawn getting the biscuits quiet as a field mouse
Once upon a dark madness shrinking behind the Kashmir scratching at Mother Earth in my just deserts † listening to the shadows knocking on the mahogany of my mind's faceless behind my locked door shrinking behind the Kashmir
Behind the ink of my Roscach out-of-plum old marionette longing for the beddy-bye echoing from the attic dueling banjos of twilight listening to Winnie Pooh lusting dark quartz in my head haunting just me in my mahogany talking to Mama dueling banjos of twilight