In the dungeon of my heart
I swept it all to a part
My longings my love
And my hilarious desires,
It grow like a weed
Squeezing my skin
Like a parasite that mooch
On my merrily smiles,
I wandered around
Through the lanes congested
For the casket of gold
To which I tried to accommodate it all,
It never stopped over flowing
For it kept multiplied
Like something super growing
And uncontrollable,
I fear for this will break out
And fracture the walls of my heart
Whom should I share it with?
Would one take my used feelings?
I am afraid that I am ought to carry it
Like a mump under my cheek
Like a mump under my cheek
That would arose awes and
People keep me away out of revulsion…
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