Round two....hopefully writers block stays away for a while... A noisy, buzzing, orbit. In my brain. A fizzing passion, Flowing through my veins Romantic tension is making knots In my belly. I feel like my love is as useful as the dust falling from the ceiling fan That hasnt been cleaned Since I dont know when I dont really know, when. Cruel and unusual punishment, My forte.. Scratch my eyes out With poorly painted Shrewd bitten fingernails. And all my systems, They fail. Desperately try to replace the lost words I want to speak so terribly as the pressure builds when Im biting My tongue. Clogged up with the chemical remains of the acid that once burned inside my fiery heart so.. Deep.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 04:21:06 +0000
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