Can't Be Real
Between the lines of fear and blame Stands my gut to hold tears in vain Like waves clashing through stains of lust Here comes these words that dig out of crust I don’t care to reason why you came and went There’s always something that would cry at best Floating in the galaxy wishing for you Steaming inside a pot of pain so true Why things have to end when they should begin Is it something I did or is it something I said Ripping my mind apart, so capable to survive A dream flooding with pleasure... Sign in to see full entry.