Its overwhelming and confusing,
more twisted than the vines on a vintage house.
No sense can be unravelled,
unlocked, discovered, or unburied.
Anguish in my fear that will never unfold.
Explain to me what you mean
and what you want.
Complexity takes all the space in my head,
as you try wash away the grime.
But its still there.
Permanently grounded on every fibre.
Its overwhelming and confusing,
more squashed than an apple on the side of the road.
Every peice that has fallen,
and crashed to the floor,
just pick me up and hold me tight
in your arms and in your heart.
Cause I love you.
You are the reason for my brokeness,
and the reason for my tears.
On top of so many other things,
that desolate my past.
It's overwhelming and confusing,
but I'm telling you the truth.
1 comment:
heeeheeeheeee it sounds like you bought a brand new huge house and am cleaning it from top to bottom and its liek a horror film with something weired wandering around and ur explaing to someone how u feel.
But thats just my opinion and its proboly off ohh well
Vernon
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