A half-written screenplayA new found devotion
Whoring myself from
Passion to passion
I cant seem to finish
What i pick up
I cant seem to start
What i left behind
A cigarette left burning
With lipstick on the rim
A brushstroke still missing
With lipstick on the rim
A brushstroke still missing
The paint caked and dry
A half-eaten morsel
A new found elation
Flickering eyes from
Passion to passion
A half-eaten morsel
A new found elation
Flickering eyes from
Passion to passion
2 comments:
You're growing more beautiful by the day, don't know why FUCK I'm afraid. Don't know what it is either. Keep writin, atleast I still get to hear somepart of you.
i dunno how good you are at wat you do professionally.. but you are a bloody good poet..
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