With a thunderstorm at your finger tips You've peeled the side of my neck with your lips I've never felt anything like this sin before I could feel the electricity run through my body As I realized I needed you.. Like my blood cells need my veins. Our throats always swollen from fear of yelling more, so we whispered lies as they burned the back of our tongues. Hoping to heal our decapitated hearts. Pounded by the butcher of love We were nothing if not completely raw those days. Now we wish for someone to hold us under the sheets while some ****** movie plays but we can't help being ***** little ****** and tasting everyone the world has to offer, and yet... I still can help but wish for sleepless nights by your side.
So I'll be doping myself again with pointless regrets, off of worthless memories that mean little more than the hateful meaning I give them. Now I'm just hanging.... bleeding. From the barbed wires of life.
I don’t but I’m a ******* mess Need not ******* distress To be ******* impressed Dead right her once Yet like but I don’t I don’t second guesses Need I even say the rest To be write to be wrong Dead a lot all along Yet of all the people To be people is the way A poet might right Society tonight sounds good Has got its got to be A hold stop there On me its all at 8
columns then rows. work out the pauses. find the rhythm. (dnuora emit dnoces eht setirw htiw sthgir ruoy hctiws :yeK) Henry S. Tobelman 2014