Poems from kingemmett
Sometimes i like to get high on beaches at night time
I like to inhale the chemicals
And exhale my fears
I like the feeling of the sand...
Was this pain and torment and torture
Giving me the supplies I needed
To craft my own sistine chapel
Did you leaving
Cause my hands to...
Our table isn’t set for two
you lost me and I lost you
there are splinters in my wrist
for the night we could’ve kissed
can you feel me...
it’s okay to talk about things
it’s okay to speak
i’m begging you
to wear your heart
on your sleeve
and your tongue
and let their name...
i’m writing you a letter,
about the colors in your eyes
i feel my pulse quicken
but our plot will never thicken
we will never hit our peak...