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Jan 02, 2008 13:25

Sometimes i cant decifer which way is up & down,
am i inside or inside out?
tumbling over and over
im left in a million pieces on the floor.
im broken baby,
youre no super glue to me.
see me shaking,
its judgement day.
take a wild guess,
WRONG.
ive had ten too many cups of coffee.
your ignorant attempt at assuming what ive shot up is completely amussing.
caffine is my drug of choice,
&
irony will immediately be my death.
sometimes i wonder why i write as i do.
does anyone really read what im conveying
or do they see words spewed on a page
begging for a look
begging for a reaction
begging for a revolution.
im begging you,
open the window to your heart
and let the words pour in like an out of control clef just wanting to be heard.
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