Felt the ache in my legs when memorizing the race
I took on your mind,
Mind me not I am an amateur with words
Felt like a museum of your heart covered with the bragging skeleton hitting up to my eyes,
I’m attracted to the dust not lust.
Explain a brain drained along the drain
I held my soul with a chain,
Listening with chambers of my heart I guess…
I guess that is where I fit in.
Let me take you to places of non-existence
You are a source needed every wink,
Just a tear pore to anchor roots of paradise
Your absence a created sign of loneliness.
Let me teach you how to paint alphabets,
I bet your voice is an Alpha.
Smile a bit more my stream rose
May all the dead doze as I say
I love you…
©mullowmash
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