Resembling pain in such a way that my eyelids are windshield wipers, squeeging the emotions my mind's deciphered.
Only if that were true, but because of you, Im blue ball blue.
So confused my brain doesn't know which reality to keep and which fantasy to spew.
Lips quiver as they turn tender from the hypnotic massage of my moistened sponge.
Flying on a cloud of rain as I trace the canyons of my companion and into the ocean I plunge.
Dictate my position as your physician so let the neighbors listen and unconsciencely gyrate to the sounds of little deaths at a consistent pace.
Kiss me mental death and be wet as thy flesh slivers to and fro my chest.
Active forces dismantle cosmic proportions which alters love's courses.
Not even the breath of bitter separation, could unknit the greatest sticth woven by the greatest niche.
Even with a desire as great as mine, only time and devine serenity bred by trusting once enemy's as a group and individually.
-Yung Urban
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