Tripping over rollercoasters
of rhymes,
I can't sleep;
I'd put my nose in your mind,
Lace my fingers through
the unpeeled layers I'd find,
But this time, I know
I've been caught; you've come
armed with hand cuffs;
I try to break free
but grow weaker as
I'm being fought.
- Anti
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
Tripping over rollercoasters
of rhymes,
I can't sleep;
I'd put my nose in your mind,
Lace my fingers through
the unpeeled layers I'd find,
But this time, I know
I've been caught; you've come
armed with hand cuffs;
I try to break free
but grow weaker as
I'm being fought.
- Anti
