The comatose man moves across the room and so does his thoughts that are heavily weighted from the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with them. he has the feeling that he can’t feel like he has the thought process to. As the rejected thoughts of the young. but is it too old to believe that there’s still young in these bones of the old, who has not seen the first pale eye of lady’s hands, that grasp from palm to palm like last breath of life has been taken by last time to see into those deep blue eyes.
Resting In Paradise ( R.I.P. )
My grandmother past away today I can say that I was expecting it but I just can’t believe that she’s gone
I stare off into space at the wrong times
It seems like every dance performance that I’m in, when just staring off into space I seem to always see the nip slip in the dress room it really annoying when thinking about what how should I write for this next line of poetry or what your going to do when you get and then bam titys were your staring. And I seem like a perv. I mean ladies if your going to take off your bra remember that not everybody wants to see your tits
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