I feel the flow of my words
Like I'm donating blood;
But never do I know
When enough is enough,
And I drain myself
Down to the white
Sheet of me;
Just within an inch
Of death,
Having placed
An IV drip
From my veins
Into my pen
And I can't stop;
Writing all the thoughts
That stream
Through my mind
Twenty four / seven
Coverage
Of the weather
In my heart,
How it rains
How it thunders
How it shines;
How the breeze
Blows throughout
When you're in my thoughts
And when you're in my dreams
Which is where you always seem to be;
So, that's where I'll be too, with you forever...
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