Sunday, June 21, 2009
 | You can riffle through my dreams if you don't shoot them down. No want for the being tied up to your restrictions or a rack. Harass me if you must but do not use that thing that follows you. Why inflame the emotions to but to take and burn our passions. Ache from the pleasure you endured for a night and a day long. Throb from the thoughts I showed but do not think I am just swell. Gripe about the ways my world has not a limit as does your vex. Injured you must be is only a thought that you hit yourself with. Saddened by the seasons for that you cannot remember your turn. Discomfort you will continue to find if you do not choose to strain. Convulse to the harrow I irk from the hollows of your full potential. But know I only share to remove the torment that you tend to enjoy. |
No comments:
Post a Comment