and my veins
were begging me to quit
trapping me from underneath
my ivory skin
making their way through my body
like ropes being tied tightly
around me
and as you trace them softly
i finally understood
as i looked into your steady blue eyes
that maybe there was
a little something
worth living for
and my eyes grew heavy
and i drifted off to sleep
waking up to find out
you were all an illusion
of what i longed for
in my desperate heart
but my boney knees
and tired eyes
will keep going
for you
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
and my veins
were begging me to quit
trapping me from underneath
my ivory skin
making their way through my body
like ropes being tied tightly
around me
and as you trace them softly
i finally understood
as i looked into your steady blue eyes
that maybe there was
a little something
worth living for
and my eyes grew heavy
and i drifted off to sleep
waking up to find out
you were all an illusion
of what i longed for
in my desperate heart
but my boney knees
and tired eyes
will keep going
for you
I start to many of my poems with "and" and that irritates me, but I also like to think that it's read very fast, as if someone was spilling out their guts in a poem, not caring about grammar or the way things are phrased
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