Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Love is a bullsh!t pestilence
So tranquil,
So composed,
How the words fall
Out your mouth
Like a flood,
Or a viral infection, immediate to spread.
Either way,
I find it somber.
I want your heart,
And am currently
Maneuvering
Random ways to
Embezzle it from you.
I wonder if you'd even
Know the dissimilarity, a lack
Of heart has to make one
Feel differently, correct?
I always craved that you
Would be the fire of which
I would graciously put out.
I have just the water to smolder you out.
January 2, 2007
Suge
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Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm writing about. This poem is an example of that...Haha
So composed,
How the words fall
Out your mouth
Like a flood,
Or a viral infection, immediate to spread.
Either way,
I find it somber.
I want your heart,
And am currently
Maneuvering
Random ways to
Embezzle it from you.
I wonder if you'd even
Know the dissimilarity, a lack
Of heart has to make one
Feel differently, correct?
I always craved that you
Would be the fire of which
I would graciously put out.
I have just the water to smolder you out.
January 2, 2007
Suge
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm writing about. This poem is an example of that...Haha
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Love is a bullsh!t pestilence
Love is a bullsh!t pestilence