and my veins were begging me to quit trapping me from underneath my ivory skin making their way through my body like ropes being tied tightly around me
and as you trace them softly i finally understood as i looked into your steady blue eyes that maybe there was a little something worth living for
and my eyes grew heavy and i drifted off to sleep waking up to find out you were all an illusion of what i longed for in my desperate heart but my boney knees and tired eyes will keep going for you
I start to many of my poems with "and" and that irritates me, but I also like to think that it's read very fast, as if someone was spilling out their guts in a poem, not caring about grammar or the way things are phrased