You send my mind,
in over drive
When your cold hands touch my skin,
I breath you in just like a drug
I crave you from within.
You start the fire
I let it burn,
Why I love it
I'll never learn.
You slow the world,
You make me think,
When you're away
The ship will sink.
You're emerald
Lo and behold,
I crave your love
When things turn cold.
But when it's cold
I crave your flame,
But if you ever leave
You're not to blame.
To blame the solider
Is to blame the clean,
I'm the dirty
I cause the scene.
My rush gets too much
Then it will turn stone cold,
People will run
It's getting old.
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Something Out of Nothing
PoetryFreedom of expression is something I wholeheartedly believe in. I put my faith into absolutely rawly showing who I am and what I feel as a human being, just like you. I feel things incredibly strongly and desire to let this all out and share with th...
