..nice things
Sappy ones, silly ones, idiotic ones too.
Everything, anything that's got to do with you.
Depressing ones, sad ones, bitchy things new.
Heaped with words, extravagant, dirty, voluptous, ecstatic hues.
It's a greedy craving, one that'd never satisfy..a frenzied fire that'd always burn brighter than most effulgence stars..and there are words that fuel it. Shamelessly, recklessly..in forms of sentences, lines of poems. Oh those poems I keep running back to, that are burnt in my retinas, texts I remember by heart.
Is it silly? Maybe so.
I know not what distant headspace you're in, but wish I knew..there's so much I'd like to hear and say, in a million words or a few. Whichever you'd prefer.
I could write and smudge each virtual wall, and paint it all over again.
'Tis that time of the night when I can't contain..every pore is a goddamn channel, each follicle a rivulet.
Goddamit.
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