People look for the fountain of youth
But I am a fountain of words
I wield them like weapons
They slip from my grip
I spend them like bills
They steep me in wealth
I tuck them in my pockets
They spill from my lips
I give them as gifts
They stick in my teeth
I kiss them on cheeks
They slide down my throat
I stack them on shelves
They pile at my feet
I pack them in boxes
They stain my sheets
I burn them to ashes
They pow-
I hope you get it because
This **** is endless and
I forgot where I was going with this
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
People look for the fountain of youth
But I am a fountain of words
I wield them like weapons
They slip from my grip
I spend them like bills
They steep me in wealth
I tuck them in my pockets
They spill from my lips
I give them as gifts
They stick in my teeth
I kiss them on cheeks
They slide down my throat
I stack them on shelves
They pile at my feet
I pack them in boxes
They stain my sheets
I burn them to ashes
They pow-
I hope you get it because
This **** is endless and
I forgot where I was going with this