If loving was a crime, I'd be certain to be serving jail terms for a lifetime.
Same reason I would always be the river bank, when your heart is on a wreck, you could pull over your anchor.
A beautiful truth.
There's not a letter unused.
Words that have not been abused.
An acidic concentration is what I'm giving in demonstration of all that I feel.
There's not a vacuum to fill.
And not a lack of the fuel, to keep me going and running over the thorns that I'm thrown.
I seek a Queen on the throne.
There's no rejection I'm shown, to put an end to the show, that I would give in.
It's sure to only rekindle the flames of my emotions in your direction with the feelings that I bear. Anticipating we share. With not a reason to fear a potential break up. I'll be sure to always keep the stakes up with the love that I show.
To any length I would go.
There's not a trailer on the road, that I would reason to slow down with the drive that I use to put myself in the shoes of such a fellow who desires to be loved in the same way by the person he's attracted with not a reservation and with all of the attention. But, the situation is fraught with complications, and not what was reflected in my imagination.
Now I'm a Masochist. And like a depressed pianist, I'm turned into a sadist on the hardest level.
Play out of line all the time. And bitter like the first taste from a lime.
My feelings on a hyke, I put myself on close watch.
There is not much to make of my complete senses.
I'm at the height of putting my lights off.
I guess I might be able to write tough, but I'm not.
I'm on eight in a scale of possibilities to resort to self-harm. Nine's on the verge, and Ten's on s close edge.
There is no space or viable trace of reason in my subconscious.
I'm lost in the toxic well of rejection.
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