Creeping, and crawling. walking, and flaunting her every step. tripping, and
losing it all. running and looking for the answers to all the questions that
you thought you had known. im waiting for my mind to clear itself from the
way i act, and the way i move. moving, and crawling underneath this
moonless sky. sky in the air, air hits the tip of my lungs and flows into my
fucked up mind. remember, i cant remember anything at all. talk to me but i
dont comprehend one word, wish i could understand everything that you speak
to my drowning mind. sometimes it feels like....

This is a lovely affair, speaking, pleading, needing you to stay and charish
this one last breath, on this lovely rose pedal.

Sex is almost all we share right now. but when you feel the way i do, this
pleasure fills the void thats lost. flying out of control, i just cant seem
to hold you like they hold their lovers. a frown, turned down, reluctant
that im still alive. fire up this smoke, let it choke to my lonliness. fire
up this fire let it enfold myself in lust. lusting for her touch, and for
acceptance from them. my ideas are getting blown away with this knife in my
back pocket. it seems like......

This is a lovely affair, speaking, pleading, needing you to stay and charish
this one last breath, on this lovely rose pedal.
 
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