Caught in the crossfire
Not knowing what you want
Sitting pretty on a fence.
Everyone you overtire
From not getting what you want
Lately
Lend an ear to lent advice or don’t ask at all
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This book is a great read… I recommend it to everyone, especially those who are just foraying into philosophy.
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I know I’m getting tougher
As each day passes by
It starts to lose its meaning
As I look death in the eye
I gave it warmth and vigor
Tainted my memories
We used to be such good friends
I could swear we’re enemies
Like it matters anymore
And death it blinks softly
And it looks back at me
It starts to smile
And it’s reassuring me
Saying I don’t want you to worry
Your life will soon be free
I just can’t believe what love has come to
Now I know you’re leaving me
Like I didn’t know before
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Passion is
staring with your mouth subtly agape.
It is no endeavor, and there is no modesty.
It’s getting this temptation to ravish whom you dream up as innocent.
A powerful, animalistic urge to touch someone a million times at once.
To deplete them, and race your momentum to pleasure them.
I’ve felt it. I know what it’s like.
It’s what all the good drugs are posing as.
Mediocre drugs… Amicable drugs.
Just like people.
Which is why this passion meets its end. We build up a tolerance.
The stains on the sheets wash out.
As time goes by, so do those on your mind.
And I hope soon, because
You are always..
on..
my mind.
