// I'm out of it with my poems, please accept this half assed one, thank you //
I can't control myself any longer
One moment an ignorant mess
And the next just a messy scoundrel
An ugly mess to scream my heart out
Oh I want to confess my love for you
But how would you feel
Would you feel the chills in my spine
Would you feel the screams of my skin
The sound of pitter patter in my heart
Would you be willing to take this mess as yours
Into your loving arms and healing soul
Is it possible to love a mess
As messy as I am.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
