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by jordan Author IconMail Icon
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words like espresso
Starving artists represent.
Cause we are hungry, bitch thats what.
Tired of being tired,
Of wasting time,
Sweet valuable time,
The non replaceable,
Tired of falling in love,
In not being true,
True blue baby,
True blue.
Tired of hurting myself.
Wanted to be with her.
More than anything.
More than anything in the whole wide world.
Her name is pretty just like she is.
She is everything.
My everything.
Words like espresso.
Like everyhting I indulge.
Short, sweet.
Take the poison and reduce it.
Less and more.
Yeah shes my something alright.
Something to believe in.
To believe in when your a disillusioned non youth,
Clutching your life with a fist
And all else with increasing doubt.
Largely, she is what I am not.
Where she sees hope and peace
I see darkness and despair.
Shes stronger then dope,
Stronger than I am.
Pen moving at a much higher rate of need now,
With a backdrop of something poor,
Poor and beautiful.
Do you hear the music?
I want to dance now.
Substance accordingly.
Tributes and such.
you don't have to get it.
Just love it.
And I'll set you free.
Olde english I remember high school.
Froze most indefinitely in time and such.
Want to see the world,
Never come back to this Godforsaken place.
Take her with me,
Throw roses at her feet,
Rub her belly when it hurts,
Catch her tears when it rains.
I'm just a lil something,
A gritty lil something,
A lil nothing.
Maybe everything.
Want to be her everything.
One can dream, right?
I'm a dreamer baby, for now and always.
And shes why i keep going.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Want to touch her but I cant.
Want to love her but I can.
Want to fuck.
For now though.
I got me.
And also theres the rabbit.
Remember seeing her for the first time.
Beautiful downtown Burbank.
She was flawless.
My stomach is doing that thing again.
Think about how I could have,..
How I will...
Do things different.
After this 60 day daytrip.
It is what it is.

I want to dress in layers.

I want to freeze my ass off.

I want to hold her so tight.

So tight that you would be a fool to intervene.

Yeah, and on a small bed.

Cause now I get it, yeah baby, now I get it.

Face to face.

In it to win it.

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