I Truly Do Not Understand Why I Do The Things That I Do
by aaron-diff4rent-mcdaniel
The pipes inside my head are about to burst
I will flood my heads basement with words I will never speak
I will write them on firewood
Watch them burn as the ashes of what I wish to whisper in your ear, wisp away on a cool summers breeze
To an island of misguided momentary thoughts
Where they will perish
Along with desire