And if I didn’t spill my mind all over your surface
I’d probably go insane with these thoughts racing through my brain
This pencil perfectly transcribes all I decide must leave my conscience…
Meaning, “I can’t get you out of my head” because you plague my train of thought
While through your eyes I’ve become quite transparent
Well so be it, again, I don’t ask for much but a place to release these stranded emotions
a place where it all can be put down,
erased, and bulit up and reconstructed with some time
maybe here and there I'll put in a little ryhme
and then, maybe then, I'll gain a peace of mind...
So in time I’ll heal I just need a constant dosage of my remedy,
Just a case of insanity,
Poetry
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
And if I didn’t spill my mind all over your surface
I’d probably go insane with these thoughts racing through my brain
This pencil perfectly transcribes all I decide must leave my conscience…
Meaning, “I can’t get you out of my head” because you plague my train of thought
While through your eyes I’ve become quite transparent
Well so be it, again, I don’t ask for much but a place to release these stranded emotions
a place where it all can be put down,
erased, and bulit up and reconstructed with some time
maybe here and there I'll put in a little ryhme
and then, maybe then, I'll gain a peace of mind...
So in time I’ll heal I just need a constant dosage of my remedy,
Just a case of insanity,
Poetry
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