04-22-2015, 01:27 AM
A poem about ALD.
You run the racetrack round my mind,
and you run fast as hell.
You visit me, you bless my dreams,
but I guess you can't tell.
To verbalize, to do and die,
I'll f--k this up right quick...
If I don't say, there's no someday.
One feeling I can't trick.
To creep out from your leftmost brain,
to burrow in the right.
I crave your touch throughout the day
but wouldn't mind the night.
I guess I might, today, or not.
Please help me from above.
My tongue. Will twist. And die. And rot.
Just please don't say it's love.
Cause if it is.... F--k me, I wish I was simple
You run the racetrack round my mind,
and you run fast as hell.
You visit me, you bless my dreams,
but I guess you can't tell.
To verbalize, to do and die,
I'll f--k this up right quick...
If I don't say, there's no someday.
One feeling I can't trick.
To creep out from your leftmost brain,
to burrow in the right.
I crave your touch throughout the day
but wouldn't mind the night.
I guess I might, today, or not.
Please help me from above.
My tongue. Will twist. And die. And rot.
Just please don't say it's love.
Cause if it is.... F--k me, I wish I was simple