I sit here...
And can't help but hear this silence
So I write
Lettin the scribble of my pen entertain me,
The clickity clack of my keys fill me,
The tap of these phone buttons appease me,
Because to be alone with my thoughts
Is to be torturous to the body
If you only knew
The thoughts that ran through
Of you...
You would give me several thousand sheets
So I could slit my wrists and let my thoughts bleed out
I would gladly put a gun to my temple
And blow the contents of my intellective on a blank canvas
So u could enjoy the art of it on ur wall
You could dissect me,
Pull out my brain and
Rip out my heart and
You would own my essence...
I offer it to you
Being raped mentally,
Havin that which is most precious taken from me,
My dignity,
Is easier to deal with than this singing between,
The desire and need...
To be close to you
Your erogenous apparition
Is not enough to trigger self inflicting peaks
Only tease and titillate
Which in itself is an extraordinary feat
Come to me
And claim that which I've been holdin,
A taste so golden,
Swear it was foreboden
Satisfy your appetite for me
And my need to be amorously set free.
And can't help but hear this silence
So I write
Lettin the scribble of my pen entertain me,
The clickity clack of my keys fill me,
The tap of these phone buttons appease me,
Because to be alone with my thoughts
Is to be torturous to the body
If you only knew
The thoughts that ran through
Of you...
You would give me several thousand sheets
So I could slit my wrists and let my thoughts bleed out
I would gladly put a gun to my temple
And blow the contents of my intellective on a blank canvas
So u could enjoy the art of it on ur wall
You could dissect me,
Pull out my brain and
Rip out my heart and
You would own my essence...
I offer it to you
Being raped mentally,
Havin that which is most precious taken from me,
My dignity,
Is easier to deal with than this singing between,
The desire and need...
To be close to you
Your erogenous apparition
Is not enough to trigger self inflicting peaks
Only tease and titillate
Which in itself is an extraordinary feat
Come to me
And claim that which I've been holdin,
A taste so golden,
Swear it was foreboden
Satisfy your appetite for me
And my need to be amorously set free.