Random Crappily-Put-Together Poetry -edited-

[kelseychicago]

my lips are sticky
my hands are cold
I'm frightened now
I'm out of control.

I'm in the back of my mind
in front of my face
I'm frightened now
I don't know this place.

this is the place
where roaming hands meet roaming identities
and your cowardly courageousness
pours over me
your cowardly courteousness
leaks into me
your lax consciousness
seeps into me.
(see into me)

in my sudden binge of creativity
oh, I'll try my hand at poetry
I don't want you here
But how I pray you'll never leave me.
(don't leave me)

Where every end is a new beginning
here is where the beginnings end
the end's beginning
(follow when the sidewalk bends)
(follow 'til the sidewalk ends)

this is the place
where roaming hands meet roaming identities
and your cowardly courageousness
pours over me
your cowardly courteousness
leaks into me
your lax consciousness
seeps into me.
(see into me)
(don't ever leave me)

in my sudden binge of creativity
oh, I'll try my hand at poetry
I don't want you here
But how I pray you'll never leave me.
(don't leave me)

Where every end is a new beginning
here is where the beginnings end
the end's beginning
(follow when the sidewalk bends)
(follow 'til the sidewalk ends)
(follow when the sidewalk bends)
(follow 'til the sidewalk ends.... end.)

Boredom and an English essay = shitty poetry. I just edited it into more of a song, got a tune down too. :)