The utter lack of words
That no longer flow freely from my tips
Astounds me
For the very fact that I can never shut my rambling lips
I find myself questioning what is it that I have to give?
Cause if you asked to pay rent to live,
inside of this head
Every month would be free
I would ask nothing of you to give
For you would live amongst riddles,
and secret coded messages
I have been trying to decode like latitude
and longitudinal grids
Nothing; if not now or ever
Would make the least bit of sense
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
The utter lack of words
That no longer flow freely from my tips
Astounds me
For the very fact that I can never shut my rambling lips
I find myself questioning what is it that I have to give?
Cause if you asked to pay rent to live,
inside of this head
Every month would be free
I would ask nothing of you to give
For you would live amongst riddles,
and secret coded messages
I have been trying to decode like latitude
and longitudinal grids
Nothing; if not now or ever
Would make the least bit of sense
© 2013 Christina Jackson
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