The Manic DepressiveMature

colours, swirling in my head

laugh out loud at something you said

angry now, im seeing red

docile now, i'm playing dead

look at me and look at us!

we're so hazy and we're so fucked!

no you liar, no more trust

touch me here, im filled with lust

think fast, dammit! no too slow

line all of me up into neat little rows

that's just how the story goes

trace your lips from my fingers down to my toes

its coming back, its getting clear

you can laugh and jest and jeer

but that trip was filled with fear

i'm scared, and leaving, i'm done here.

The End

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