you don't want me while my brain fucktions like this be proud of me live with as me there is no love left in my body but this mind i use this devastation and decimation leaves me alone finally i sleep, my mind returned to its base and i dream of kissing my angel i dream of planes, and prosperity, and money, and wealth, and my friends returning to me as they were when i met them and i dream of angel or am i dreaming of lexie?? am i really doing this?? am i inside my own head?? is my mind focused?? my love pointed straight at the one who deserves it?? do i have the presence of mind to choose? to find the one i am loving soundlessly??
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Birth sign: Aries
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