I want to feel passion
Making me alive again
I've been droning on for too long
Unknown situations
Scares me feeling like the end
Mindlessly living till I'm gone
Give me some condition
Where I can stop the pretend
Fake telling me where I belong
Hearing liberation
I fall behind a damn bend
Down a cliff face named after log
Fogging my confession
That it's my fault it can't blend
My fault the words end in a bog
Maybe if I was honest
Maybe if I took requests
You just need to suggest
If only I didn't regest
All my shit
I'd be onto something, at your behest
Shit, I'd be the best
Right now though
I'm in a cow's yoke
I don't see beyond the now
Let alone off a port bow
Throw me into the sea
When I got nothing to wow the crowd
So I can make believe
I got something I never said aloud
Alone, cold, pressured and, drowned
It wouldn't even be that different than now
You shouldn't deem me indifferent then
Wow, I'm sentimental and irrelevant, ow.
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Marukichi
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Take Me With You
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn4 days ago in Fiction
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