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Confusion


I lay here writing the words I can't say And the longer my mind fights wondering and wanting to say hey- And the longer we go without a word, this becomes a never ending day What do I do, what do you want from me, what is the message you try to convey As to me, I worry over the potential of writing myself as a cliché The words about your smile, your beauty and with me, I wish you would lay Wish you would just come clean and tell me what you want so I'd obey Burst into my life and through my walls you've broke From a seemingly endless dream, I have awoke You speed the beat of my heart like a thick line of coke I haven't a clue as to what to do, I've been mesmerized since we first spoke You've become a drug to me, I'm addicted and need a toke A double shot of whiskey, Don't make me choke Pressed to my lips like a cigarette, You, I'd chain-smoke I worry you may be giving me the runaround Lack of communication leaves me confound But with some action, you'd have me like a slain adversary- downed Are you afraid, emotions tied and bound Nipping at my heals, following my dripping blood, is my desire for you, personified bloodhound To reach safety, must accept and dive in the river and risk being drowned- By you- this confusion has left me dumbfound
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Renaissance Brother
Very smooth and on point.

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