my tongue like
scarabs
each word spreads the disease
like too young lovers
in picture perfect
syncronicity
hidden between soiled sheets
you were the cure
for a blind man
chasing a blind dream
my tongue like
scarabs
each word spreads the disease
like too young lovers
in picture perfect
syncronicity
hidden between soiled sheets
you were the cure
for a blind man
chasing a blind dream
thank you, i really appreciated your comment.
it means i am jealous of writers who can organize their thoughts, eloquently express them and produce beautiful pieces. i feel that i have some decent ideas but can never nail them down as i'd like. and it's fucking frustrating sometimes, mostly because i am considering majoring in creative writing and i am expecting a rejection.