it started, something like this.
you were stargazing
through a cracked screen
somewhere in the gutter,
trying to escape your world.
30mg of propanol a day
keeps my heart at bay
i got all dressed up
but they didn't want me in their world.
pain makes a rhythm
and you're beyond the freshhold
it's under your skin
there's something wrong in your world.
there's no more life in the ocean
my phone is starting to look a lot like me...
..and the boss man is the president.
madness, in our world
it was dark when she came
skinning me with her tongue
undoing me, fixing me
welcoming me into her perfect world...
you burn like the sun
in the cold light of morning
you touch me..
i was blind before i met you
you're my world.
YOU ARE READING
in your world
Poetry:: you were lost in your world and i couldn't find the way in my own ::
