by Arcassin Burnham



Getting use to you feelings ain't easy!
Do you think your good enough to even please me?
Will we be together for many centuries?
Why do you exhale ?
Be lucky that you even breath at all,
Why don't you let me in ?
****** tentions,
Too close for comfort,
And angry intentions,
just let me in,
smoke in the air,
In rows,
Twelve Candles,
It would be easy to relax if we didn't have to be obsessed with one another,
Scratching , and the begging and the rushing to see each other.