Poems by Imperfectly Writing On The Walls

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  • I don't want to run away to Malibu,
    wine always tastes sweeter in the cellars of Nice...

  • The cool hard body underneath my fingers,
    pushing all the right buttons at the right time...

  • Lost in the fantasy land that I might have meant...
    but we both know I'm lying to myself...

  • Those little drug laced lines had me so wrapped...
    I started falling for who I thought you were...

  • Behind all those winks, was there any truth?
    Did you mean half those compliments...

  • Falling through the darkness,
    no hope of anything breaking the fall...

  • She's a tease who knows how to play you,
    each movement calculatedly cruel...

  • Violently the waves slapped against the sides of...
    pressuring the captain to make drastic moves for...

  • The captain kept hearing a beautiful yet...
    he steered the grand ship straight for the...

  • Slowly clutching my hands over the skull of the...
    with a rip across the hair line bearing the skull...

  • A soft brush of the lips to the forehead
    tugging at the outer walls of the heart...

  • The rhyme of each line; the flow they leave...
    I have lost it all when it comes to how words...