i’m spinning in the compass
because i couldn’t stay in one place
to reflect
to protect my energy
seems like the hardest thing to do
at each party i attend and each i pretend
diamonds in my brain
because when they read me i want their eyes to shine
and hope that when i look in their eyes
it hits back at me
am i free?
so temporary
want me to?
okay, i’ll do it
leave me some for when i get back
i’ll give you a shard of the discoball
dirty exchange drains my economy
bleed on the brain
if i ask you to follow me
a bank has been robbed when i wake
men in masks just left hours ago
i must’ve missed them in the dark
but he was there with the door ajar
mindless age
housesick no home yet
is it just a lingering feeling
or will it attach to my skin?
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2020 00:05
- Category: Unclassified
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