And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...
Take me away from this place
Abduct me from myself...
Initially I thought I couldn’t survive without...
My lips continually begging for more...
Nineteen years wasnt enough
Even though you were a hundred and thirty three...
I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...
Everyday,
I usually walk in rhythm with my thoughts...
branching veins,
black pupils...
Your eyes tell of stories left untold
Your heart tells of the scars you hold...
This is not a great inferno,
It's the thing that starts the burn...
Body shaking ever so slightly
Blood rushing through the veins...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...
So much to say to you
yet I can't...