Dear you (know who), Have you ever noticed how all the best flames in your fires are always the ones you see when you're not looking? Well then I guess you should pay more attention...or is it "less" (attention) (But to get back to our subject) Did I fail to mention how I will sit still (at times) and stir myself all up about you Just beat/break myself into believing "I don't care!". I can't care; could care, should care, but I don't. And, now, as much as you know how I'd like to; (well) but I'm gonna say a thing. (Be)cause you just might be compelled to reciprocate (reciprocate) ...and I don't know if I wanna let myself(s) get/be crushed like: This and like that (repeat that shit, G). (I guess I'm really getting to) I just need to leave, knowing that when I left, I was doing what I love and do best.
Oh, and speaking of crushing and closure: A well-writ list of (a) slit-wrist composer, created diversion. A literary aspersion! Seven letters mathematically returned aversion.
Shit, it's all about priorities...
Orderly, invited cordially, orally or in(g/j)est. Suppressed/De-pressed upon watermarked pages, etched in colorless bandages and premade excuses. (Or) chiseled in the drizzled-rain-parched sand. Sideways, in a foreign hand. I'm just choking on a steady diet of ecstasy lights...you? Can you outshine this? Just tell me... am I that apparently overwhelmed? Distracted...I seem busy...I dunno... Either way I breathe, it still goes down the wrong tube.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
