Poems from 47carpediem
God settle my heart
Its beating quickly and anxiously.
I'm the creep of the century, whatever that means.
Makes me want to crawl back...
Not a real human being
She holds back too much
She's Soo afraid of feeling
Afraid of the pleasure and the pain
It's a huge weight
This tug...
I'd rather not be,
I'll hide behind the screens.
Don't bother showing yourself.
Trust, it ain't worth it.
Exposing is only going to lead...
I feel a huge need to express myself to anyone who is willing to listen.
There's Soo much of me bottled up, I'm spilling from the ceiling...
You don't know me,
You don't want to.
Slices/pieces of me is what you want to acquire.
I can relate, Im the same.
I don't love all of you...