shake up my heart
and flavor your life
it is full of holes.
you cannot see me
for I am brow deep
in my old pain
and I cannot speak
because I swallowed
too much dirt.
some people channel
heaven through their
bodies just so you
can catch a glimpse
I want to be like them
but I cannot
for I am brow deep
in my old pain
and I cannot speak
because I swallowed
too much dirt.
shake up my heart
and flavor your life
it is full of holes.
my words provoke
silence I am the inspired
and not the inspiring
and my age
and experience do
not show on my face.
I am a drifter
brow deep in the
sea come and find me
but where you are you
are shaking up my heart
to flavor your life
it is full of holes.
i am sorry you are
covered in lines.
some people channel
heaven through their
bodies just so you
can catch a glimpse
I want to be like them
but I cannot
for I am brow deep
in my old pain
and I cannot speak
because I swallowed
too much dirt.
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I am a drifter
ReplyDeletebrow deep in the
sea
nice :)) and the piece rolls like waves.
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ReplyDeleteHi Kiddo
ReplyDeleteMeant to tell ya, you're up!
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Keep 'em coming, thanks! Moskaroo