Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Babblings From My Phone

Close your eyes, my love,
Count one to ten
Relax your mind, my love,
And enter a state of zen.

Let’sPlay doctor
I will heal you
Then fill you
My sweet nectar,
My serum

What is your dosage?
Three times a day
Overdose,
Get drunk off
This here rum.

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Trust me to trust you. Love me to love you. But never trust love, me to you.

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Truthfully, you tell me lies, showing my eyes what they want to hear, whispering things into my ear, to only see, true lies your tell me, fully.

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Your insincerities sincerely spike my insecurities, seriously.

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Consciously, yet unconditionally, you trust me, on one condition.

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You deny your inconsistencies, constantly worrying my conscience. See?

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In my feelings fills in my feeling of no control.

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You got me drunk with no alcohol. Having me question, as I take in your whole being, asking to know what drug your scent is spiked with. These can’t be mere pheromones.

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I could scrub my skin with sandpaper and perfumes, yet still your scent lingers. It catches me unawares as I continue on my daily routines. I get lost in the memories it drums up; You. Me. We.

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I’m blinded by the vision of you, of we, that have yet to commence. Our essence of romance just dances circles around my head.

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They say silence is golden,
Well you must be rich.
My itching, aching ears
Beg for the vibrating wavelengths
Birthed from your vocal cords.

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Feel It?

The silence, the silence
Sigh.
Listen.
Do you feel it?
Doesn’t it wrap around your lungs?
Squeezing out the very essence of itself.
You want to scream just disrupt it
But it’s too overpowering.
The silence, the silence.
Sigh.
Listen.