I Like To Hide Away From the Fact I Will See Anougher Day, I Would Rather Just Live in The Same Old One So the Thoughts Of Tommorow Are Gone, No Anxiety Of, "do I need to wake up again" No Anxiety Of, "Hoping My Tears Will Show Restrain, For I am Tired Of This Train, Speeding From My Mind To My Heart Me and the Days Should Stay Apart Around People I Fell Like a Lingering **** so I'm Out Of there like a Dart. For Once Again I Am so Sleepy I need my rest I Hope Tommorow Won't Follow Me.............
So much I wish to share about my experience with Anxiety I barely sleep I really really hate sleep because when I wake up I sometimes cry I hate sleep because I'm scared I will wake up again
Salty undertones of emotions that rot within me, ignored love triangles discarded into the depths of my mind to be saved when I am reminded of them on my lovers wedding day, although it is not me he is vowing his life too. I miss the moments between us the loud, soft, noiseless moments of our love written by my quill pen the tips of it bleeding onto the parchment paper. I could write our love story in a hundred poems, but in my voice I can only tell you emotionless how I loved you one day and then did not the next. I am one for words on paper but the words from my mouth are incomprehensible covered by years of lying and abuse, cocooned by my own psychological reins. It doesn't make sense but that is how we left one another. Without notice and unpredictable like the hurricanes that roll in from the warm oceans and obliterate thousands.
I fancy you You fancy me So we go to a fancy dinner At a fancy place With a fancy view As far as the eyes can see Everything is fancy Since we both fancy each other What better way to end this fancy night, Than with a totally non fancy tongue-wilding sloppy wet smooch and kiss?