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My want feels like its turning to need
And I know I'm giving into my hearts greed
As my body slithers in the dark
My weight presses into the sheets
And I imagine you in my bed
I feel your teeth break the skin on my neck
And my blood is racing as my whole body quivers
And my hearts whisper is now shouting your name
And my hand is clinched fast to yours
And my heart should be breaking
Because it's all just a dream
But my heart won't stop to reason
It's relentless purusit of your heart
It's wanting to know what's inside
It's telling me I should no longer hide
I should give into its greed
It's what my life needs
But all I want is to cower alone
Where you'll never know
How much you mean to my soul
And you then can never break
Or take this feeling away
I wonder if I've outgrown you --
That Ive shed my skin I didn't know I was wearing
But you are heavy
And I am struggling
I wonder if I am wrong for it
I wonder if comfortable is really correct
But my eyes sting and my heart aches
Every time I hear you speak
In my mind I see me crawling away
But why do I crawl back?
This insignifigance thats me.
I dont spell great yet still you hear me.
This thing inside i need to free.
It will not let me be.
The clock just tick here all day long.
And day and night. The right the wrong.

The song that songbirds rarely sing.
The truth of one mans travelling.
Unravelling. Unknown.Unbroken.
Words that many leave unspoken.
******* tokens for my stead.
It costs so much here in my head.
My head! Sometimes it tortures me.
Yet nothing near what soldiers see.
Or men like me. Be ninety three.
Who lived and loved and lost. They see!
So always be the good you see.
Dont be a selfish fool like me!
 Apr 2015 Nathan Cross
Massi Lee
I prefer the over casted grey. Give me your scared collarbones that expose themselves after I have felt you. The infatuation with indifference is somewhat disposing of me. I have been numb for so long i've lost count of the inhalations that run along my ribs. I once drew the lines of those recessions and it expanded past the atlantic. Give me your motives baby.
 Apr 2015 Nathan Cross
Cody Root
It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a ***** filter.
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