there's a mosquito buzzing around my head
he's whispering secrets in my ear
but i'll never understand them
because his secrets aren't something i want to hear
he's biting my face, my arms, my legs
sucking up my blood
(yum)
but that's okay, that's alright
i never needed my blood that much anyway
(it's always has ran so cold)
i hope he drains all my blood
so then i can slip away
and learn the secrets that i really want to know
like what happens after this
where will i go?
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
