sometimes i wonder why i dont say the things i'm thinking when im around you, why the words stick the back of my throat like honey i didnt want to eat. maybe its because some of them are words so beautiful, so holy they belong in a mosque, in a temple, in a church, so golden so pure that my mouth does not deserve to speak them. maybe its because some of them are so vulgar, so violent, so vile, that the devil himself is repulsed at the thoughts i possess.
inflict pain when pain is inflicted, hide away hide away hide away hide hide hide
give love when love is given, run forward run forward run forward run run run
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Poetrysticky cantaloupe sunrises & kissing ur soft honeydew mouth
