i want to be the one she calls on her cigarette break not the cause of it it is we that are emaciated our bodies subject to our mind’s propaganda forgive the distinction but intellect fares moment’s genocide and we should have kissed hours ago you hold your breath when you should hold your tongue and hold your tongue when you should hold my hand and i should delegate more authority to myself but i can’t help thinking that you are thinking thinking what is she thinking? I simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips unfiltered ever burning at the end the beginning forever at her lips my dreams on the lips of her tongue she breathes clouds of mystery once mine smoke signals another lifetime now dissolved into thin air and when the mystery is gone i do not mean to exploit our relationship all that i have learned from you i cherish most i drew a blank and i think it may be the best thing i’ve ever drawn i bottle emotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle on distant shores i am unsure as to whether they ever reach and for that matter as to whether i ever get my point across or my love i recognize you and am trying to free you of me it is your freedom that i love i have not yet learned to love without holding on i write in red ink that turns blue when the book closes -saul williams paintd remixd
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 10:48:38 +0000
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