I'm starting to wonder
whether anything is special at all.
Or is this whole thing
just a repetition of your past?
A self-fulfilling prophesy
that we've been weaving here,
between us.
Take away the sensation inside.
It's literally making me sick.
I can't breathe right.
I'm nauseous.
It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind.
I'm tired.
I just want someone to tell me
that its all gonna work itself out.
I just want someone to tell me
that I'm beautiful, that you love me,
that it'll never fall apart.
I just want someone to give me
a long kiss goodnight
and tell me
everything'll be all right,
tell me that I won't feel a thing,
And Give Me Novacaine
1 comment:
Hi how are you?
I was looking through your blog, and I found it interesting, and inspiring to me, so I thought why not leave you a comment.
I too have a blog that I use out of Southern California here in San Diego.
Mostly it is a collection of artistic expression, and I have many friends with the same interests, maybe you can become my friend, and follow, and I can also follow you, if that is okay.
Well I hope to hear from you soon, and or read about you….LOL
Sincerely,
Jesse
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