This river of blue magma Flowing right below my skin- If I try to tap into it It'll just disappear Like that vein in my right arm Whenever I know They're gonna take blood... What do they call it again? A disappearing vein... But maybe they were just making that up.. I'm too naive...just like when my uncle told me That hole in the rock was from a rock-eating-worm... I believed in too much... Like I was really special.. Really special...on the verge of magical, Like when I would throw the gravel in the air, And I believed I could make it just hover there Because there was something special about me.. I prayed to God just once...no one would ever have to know.. God...we haven't talked in awhile.. I think my latest actions have detached me Taken my rights away..or maybe I don't want to get my hopes up again... Hope..atleast I still smile when I say it... I have some of it left... There are a few streams of it left Some of that purple magma In that blue river Just underneath my skin.
Reason for writing:
Scarey thing is...this is really how I think...lol
Birth sign: Gemini
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