the feeling when you are there but not there here but not here never never here you have thoughts tearing at your inside
By E J6 years ago in Poets
I am full of words. Fat, long, impressive words, Meaningful and elegant. I just don’t know what you prefer. I feed them to you from the palm of my hand.
These are my favorite ----- They’re ripped up and faded, but I call that character. They hang off my hips just a bit, but I like them that way.
Hold me a bit tighter I’m sick of the monotonous movements of my chest Up and down and up again My lungs are black from the lies that I inhale
B14 Turn the wheel I’m almost there Shell of a man G1 I26 Squinting to see the sheet I29 What was that, Rob? I29