A pen and a pad is all I eva had.
More or less it relieves stress.
Stress from aggravation racking my brain.
A feeling I can't seem to sustain.
Smile shoot across my face when I get into my happy place.
The temptation that's hindered on my soul.
Takes a toll on my soul.
Makes me cold & warm in my soul.
All I want is to be wanted.
But all I receive is constant taunting.
Kinda like a hunger that's gone on longer.
I can just wonder.
When I'm gonna be taken under.
And made a mockery of my sudden blunder.
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