Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To
Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Cross crisscross
my path... Walking in circular patterns. Shoe shine
your ammo, polish your metal. I need not your wicked
weapons. My war is not with someone like you. A
string of blood that is not my own strings between.
Increase time and it will fall into place. a sword
and my heart. So much so that it makes its way through
my throat giving me thought to speak. This becomes my
pistol. This becomes my dagger of my time. Don't sell
out It all comes to. This becomes your future. Unseen
war. Your weapons are useless. Drop the gun. Golden
gun. Like bringing a knife to a gun fight.-NJ
id try to look through you if you havnt fallen sleepy.
id spend hours looking at your eyes before you found it creepy.
i want to catch you when your smiling
hold you when your sleeping
wake up to hear you breathing
trip out to find you dancing
laugh at you when your thinking
taking me a while to get these words right
but i cant. im overwhelmed since lastnight.
it kills me...
i came back to you too late.
what the fuck am i thinking.
espeically when shes involved.
cuddling and drawing is one thing
but getting my own hopes so far up *heart*
is another...
how do you know my reactions
and how to take them out of me?
you tare out the truth out from in me,
my thaughts. everything.
and its working.
*but what’s the point*
infatuation?
fatal attraction
then you walked off the bus.
-jessicamitchell
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