When I was a child, I acted like a child.

31st October 2011

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Off the top of my head.

Panic never came to me, just brushed a material touch; like the local intervention that every one said that they had lust.

My minds’ bedazzled, like saying sex is a rush; there’s nothing that can compare to this.

So I’ll put down my pen and paper and relax for awhile, telling myself that life is nervous and watch you crack your child-like smile.

No one knows what my poems are about, but writing has never been easier. Because you fell asleep at the wheel while driving my heart home, so my pen and paper you’ll have to use to carve out my headstone.

I’ve always rambled and written sloppy at times, but now I have no use or reason to rhyme.

So let me sail away so quietly, apathetic at best; and you can tell yourself there’s nothing left of a classic but modern romance. I’ll always be here to hold your hand, but my writing has my tongue and the sea has my heart.