Look upon the trust
Am scared of my shoulders
Left or right
Which to lean on.
I sweat of coldness
In coughless hunger
My friend is my own spy
I taste thee from my tongue
The see the shadow weaponed
Bright smiles that stumb
As they navigate my hopes in words.
See you have shared my cross
But you awarded me more weight
Like to accompany me to the grave,
Will i turn back or pace up
Am filled with pity and you in anger
I wish to draw a line to see ends meet
Though you unclothed my sensitivity
I walk blind amidst my wishes
I recall not thd sound of my whistle
I cant teach you to be lucky
I can be an admiration in your desert
The thorn in your bleeding arm to quench your thirst.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Look upon the trust
Am scared of my shoulders
Left or right
Which to lean on.
I sweat of coldness
In coughless hunger
My friend is my own spy
I taste thee from my tongue
The see the shadow weaponed
Bright smiles that stumb
As they navigate my hopes in words.
See you have shared my cross
But you awarded me more weight
Like to accompany me to the grave,
Will i turn back or pace up
Am filled with pity and you in anger
I wish to draw a line to see ends meet
Though you unclothed my sensitivity
I walk blind amidst my wishes
I recall not thd sound of my whistle
I cant teach you to be lucky
I can be an admiration in your desert
The thorn in your bleeding arm to quench your thirst.
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