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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