posted on Aug, 18 2013 @ 10:16 PM
I hope I don't get hauled away,
for something that you said.
It's when I'm mad, is when I say
what's buried in my head.
It's like you moisten every word,
to spit it on the screen,
and then enjoy that stink of yours
while fondling the keys.
It makes me wonder, where'd it go,
the love you've been deprived.
For what if, when you're gone, you're only
thoughts of you alive.