linzdollface

I cannot remember the last time Someone thought to do something so pleasant for me. I think I am healthy? I lay (I lie) we sleep (when it suits us) We all smoke silently And you, with your work And your play, (What you do is questionable.) You direct little circles towards my face. And take me away from learning And from people. You are my voice filled with cynical reason, Twisted priorities and confused significance. I do not talk to you men And your women do not speak with me. Instead I spend time with you, The boy who smells of ice, You, finding deviance in every move I make But, at least, significance in my being. And w