no idea of what lies inside of you
an empty piece of skin until I lunge for my pen
I give you meaning; a heartbeat stirs
a collection of breathing words, a personality to construe
trembling at my creation, a sultry body of sin
strange how you want something until it occurs?
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
no idea of what lies inside of you
an empty piece of skin until I lunge for my pen
I give you meaning; a heartbeat stirs
a collection of breathing words, a personality to construe
trembling at my creation, a sultry body of sin
strange how you want something until it occurs?
to the ones I will never know truly.
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