Hungry, reckless, nasty,
Bursting, burning, babbling,
The youthful heart beats on and beats itself up
For the sake of loving others
And the selfish joy that hurts so good.
So bruise me, cut me, slice me open,
Gut-wrenching love of twenty-something’s,
That breaks glass ceilings and my own heart.
I will gladly swallow all the scars your teeth
Leave behind upon my greatest instrument.
This is merely the overture, but it feels
Like we are toiling in the crescendo;
With heavy breathing and a thirst for life,
My heart, the drummer, sets the rhythm
For everything alive in me.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Hungry, reckless, nasty,
Bursting, burning, babbling,
The youthful heart beats on and beats itself up
For the sake of loving others
And the selfish joy that hurts so good.
So bruise me, cut me, slice me open,
Gut-wrenching love of twenty-something’s,
That breaks glass ceilings and my own heart.
I will gladly swallow all the scars your teeth
Leave behind upon my greatest instrument.
This is merely the overture, but it feels
Like we are toiling in the crescendo;
With heavy breathing and a thirst for life,
My heart, the drummer, sets the rhythm
For everything alive in me.
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