My brain is filled with gas,
A desperate fog,
And it's all because of you.
My brain isn't getting smaller,
The gas, the desperate fog,
Keeps getting thicker,
And that's all because of you.
I can't tell if I want you,
The amount of times I've thought about loving you,
And the amount of times I've wanted to kiss you.
The gas is tirelessly getting thicker,
The fog growing denser,
All of the collisions just building up the pressure.
And it's all because of you.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
