SENSE*LESS
There it is, lying there, in a resting state.
I have no clue when it will awaken, but I'll wait.
WAIT.
This doesn't make sense, since when has love slumbered?
We've exchanged numbers but recently....no reception.
There's seem to be some sort of disconnection.
Less words spoken due to "verbal" infection.
Affection in the form of a text message?
Yea, that was a question.
A reformation of our relation-ship
and IT, always seems to happen around special occasions.
Ironic isn't it?
Nah I'm not throwing a hissy fit.
I'm Just mentioning some of the feelings I get, when reminiscing.
Shit, I'm really missing it, and it just don't make sense.
I can't BELIEVE team *K.A.M* had to forfeit.
I'm getting the same feelings I get when I try to throw away garbage in a trash can
..while the wind is blowing.
Feeling like I'm making snow angels when it's not even snowing...skin rubbing against the concrete.
In my sleep, with each beat, I can feel my heart bleeding,
wondering...what if it just stopped beating?
When I look to the right, all I can see is what's left.....continuously smiling when I know I'm upset
Momma told me to count backwards while taking deep breaths.
BUT WHY DA HECK AM I STILL FEELING A MESS?
Take a wild guess.
NO not P-M-S.
MADD @ the fact I gotta settle for a B-F-F.
but its for the better...I guess..
SENSE*LESS
I have no clue when it will awaken, but I'll wait.
WAIT.
This doesn't make sense, since when has love slumbered?
We've exchanged numbers but recently....no reception.
There's seem to be some sort of disconnection.
Less words spoken due to "verbal" infection.
Affection in the form of a text message?
Yea, that was a question.
A reformation of our relation-ship
and IT, always seems to happen around special occasions.
Ironic isn't it?
Nah I'm not throwing a hissy fit.
I'm Just mentioning some of the feelings I get, when reminiscing.
Shit, I'm really missing it, and it just don't make sense.
I can't BELIEVE team *K.A.M* had to forfeit.
I'm getting the same feelings I get when I try to throw away garbage in a trash can
..while the wind is blowing.
Feeling like I'm making snow angels when it's not even snowing...skin rubbing against the concrete.
In my sleep, with each beat, I can feel my heart bleeding,
wondering...what if it just stopped beating?
When I look to the right, all I can see is what's left.....continuously smiling when I know I'm upset
Momma told me to count backwards while taking deep breaths.
BUT WHY DA HECK AM I STILL FEELING A MESS?
Take a wild guess.
NO not P-M-S.
MADD @ the fact I gotta settle for a B-F-F.
but its for the better...I guess..
SENSE*LESS
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