I empty my mind in you
I whisper my sorrow in your ear,
make you think it's poetry
Written words in pain yet plain
You would like to know but no
In protest with truth you are
You accept lies from others,
put them in your gigantic mason jar
I can't condone myself
for the things I said
But emotions don't hang well with me
Yet you still want more of my sensuality
Lusting without trust
No feelings here that are similar to love
But still, you stay and worship me at night
You want to get inside my head
I don't like that idea let's just go to bed
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
I empty my mind in you
I whisper my sorrow in your ear,
make you think it's poetry
Written words in pain yet plain
You would like to know but no
In protest with truth you are
You accept lies from others,
put them in your gigantic mason jar
I can't condone myself
for the things I said
But emotions don't hang well with me
Yet you still want more of my sensuality
Lusting without trust
No feelings here that are similar to love
But still, you stay and worship me at night
You want to get inside my head
I don't like that idea let's just go to bed
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