joke of the decade
Take this burden from my back,
replace it with angel wings.
Because your love is now out of my hands
and i was never good at romantic things.
Jeff only wanted to help,
he did it to be a star.
But how do you excell in a state of euphoria?
how do you get very far?
My name is an oxymoron
And I am personification
My life is church and roses
with a twist of fornication.
My bed trembles from stampading feet,
of hormonal interaction.
My eloquence defeats the fact
that my braincells have decreased by a fraction.
.This pillow is the shade of blood,
And i rest my head on it every night.
This road is a trecherous one to take
and sanity is no where in sight.