i just want to cut off my tongue
because it says too much and not enough
the shame it threatens to swallow me whole
and the only thing i'll miss is our love
they say make the best of the moments
savor them before they die
but all the affection smothers me
i want to break away into the sky
i want to cut off my bitter tongue
because all it does is rip and hurt
if i had nothing to win and nothing to lose
there'd be no way i'd ever thirst
they say i'm brash and reckless
hold onto the quiet and the close
but i'm a renegade, a rebel underneath
with the smoldering heat of a burning rose
why can't i cut off my bleeding tongue
if it can't do what it's supposed
perhaps doing what i want to do
is what i fear the most
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
