I wrap my soul around my heart.
Made me—complete with myself.
My eyes reflects intelligence; while
Inside my mouth my tongue spits words.
I am lisp! Lateral if you like.
Usually there’s a battle between my teeth
And my tongue; so you might want to back up!
When I have a goal, I reach-
Somehow I always get stuck.
I wrap my intestine around my lungs.
Air, why do I need air
When I am six feet underneath?
Yes I had been laughed at.
Yes I used to cry, but now
I can only cry bones.
After all this time, it still hurts.
A contest entry
- fuck you by sheltered.
900 points, ended November 26, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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damn., if this ain't profound
nicely done aned worth a second look for sure
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thank you
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