i'm at a disadvantage these days
a momentary loss between words
record scratched, heart has been hacked
with a love sonnet type of beat
but i'm lost in transit & remembering the instant
my mind crossed over and forgot to inform you
i've made my bed with a messy type of form
our awkward conversation left me yearning for a tad more
so i'm waiting..
i'd love to experience each instant
even those that leave me quivering with fear
greed is that of green thoughts mistaken
for our instinctual planned love affair
with ourselves each day...
with ourselves each day...
i have something you'd give up your life for..
and its addictive.
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