Storm

Take away all the stories

that you told

Stories you put in your mind

and the minds of others

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You wanted so badly

to taste the glory

The sky was your limit

but only night came for you

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I tried to taste it

Your ideas your stories

It left a bad flavor

Sour and salty fantasies

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I think I’ll spit it out

while I stare at the ceiling

with you and your poisonous curves

next to me like a magnet

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It’s cute how you take me

into this world

of bliss and ectasy

But I know it’s dismal

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I can’t let this storm

drive my feelings

like a house spinning

in a tornado

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I’d like to be taken

but there is no place

Only a storm of feelings

leaving me in a daze

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Cut in the end

Apart from reality

Apart from myself

A need to jet

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By Bazooka Teaches