Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

a penny for your thoughts

I try to bring out the truth in every line I scribble down
I choke on the flow sometimes because it's hard to express myself
It's hard to write down all these fictions and imagery whiles you watch reality wash away
I was scared, I was scared that you were comfortable
I was scared that you opened up and told me all these broken stories
You read me like an open book and I felt whole again
Trust stared me in my face again
I could see your mind travel, mine wandered around too
A penny for my thoughts?
I was thinking about a lot
Trapped in your words
the tone of your voice gave me eargasm for me to cum to my senses
So I occasionally went out of the room to distract myself
I paid attention to the music to distract myself
I promise I was scared, I was scared of how comfortable you got
And a penny wouldn't be worth your thoughts.