I can't take the input from your insanity--
It clings to me like
your arms
&&when; I closerly look, it harms
the insatiable glance between
insistency
and whatever comes next in persistency
but your legs
tower like warm/s
sandcastles taking indefinite forms
it's all just your insanity breathtakingly
wanting nothing more than my love
as perhaps it always was with you
but I try:not to remember such things
such things as
:::&etc; and above
you look down and try to make it true
as ready for insistence and silver rings.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
I can't take the input from your insanity--
It clings to me like
your arms
&&when; I closerly look, it harms
the insatiable glance between
insistency
and whatever comes next in persistency
but your legs
tower like warm/s
sandcastles taking indefinite forms
it's all just your insanity breathtakingly
wanting nothing more than my love
as perhaps it always was with you
but I try:not to remember such things
such things as
:::&etc; and above
you look down and try to make it true
as ready for insistence and silver rings.
Request permission to use this poem