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I wanna leak the words that overflow from a heart that’s filled with adoration
Pages of praise inspired out of love
Instead I’ve grown tired out of love
No desire to write
Longing to feel the same feelings that used to inspire the light
Inside my heart—Shining on a woman who walks into my view and I admire the sight
So much so that I decided to write
About her beauty—I miss the way I’d pencil it in
Lusting after her curves, the way they convince me to sin
Needing feedback before I present it to her
So I enlisted a friend
And after reading it over and over I asked him to listen again….It all came back to bite me like I spit in the wind
Writing all of my observations
In my fist is the pen
I was clenching it, working it
With the most elaborate language
Leaving a white sheet scarred with my impressions
Tattooed emotion on the page’s flesh
Feeling like everyone that follows me dies like I’m Dave Koresh
Trying to hide it from the world, but the pain reflects
Too late to get on the right track once the train has wrecked
I wanna write…I want to feel that feeling that drove me to construct
Words on top of words
Nouns, adjectives, verbs on top of verbs
About all the things we could do
About all the things that are not even close as being beautiful as you
But now the only thing I write about is feeling blue
