Raping This Spiral
I can't stop writing useless crap.
Raping this spiral with words that mean nothing.
They're pouring out of this pen.
My meaningless feelings and possible forthcomings.
I am melting.
I just might explode from the inside.
My guts will cover there faces.
And thats just fine.
Write stupid things today.
Because when your dead and gone,
The whole world will finally know how you felt,
And it will actually mean something for once.
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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