By Arcassin Burnham


Listen to the beat of my heart it's like a tiny drum,
But filled with so much life and blood til it overflows
With anger and shame to get it boiling or does your
Sadness turn it cold again,
Maybe you should cut ******* ends,
Maybe you talk to all your friends,
If you had some then that would be somethin',
Really there's no need to pretend,
But you're a loner
Always will be,
Stays at home and thinks of memories,
The bad ones not the ones with envy,
Get a hold of yourself in this economy,
I did not know now where I would be,
if i didn't let **** get to me,
if all the things in life that I've encountered was pleasant to me,
i wouldn't having this conversation with my heart nailed on my sleeve.