He left me hangin.
I’d rather be bangin…
I really didn’t ask for much.
Just a title for a poem and such.
He read my message with no reply.
So this poem is now based on my try.
To get him to spark my creativity.
I’ll do it myself with my divinity.
Here at work with concentration issues.
Rather write it out than blow it into tissues.
I’m having heart aches on many levels.
Fiending for attention from dick devils.
I overhear my soul battling my ego lately.
Begging to stop the thoughts, praying greatly.
Self destruction, self torture, self abuse.
The pleasure in pain, pleasure in being used.
Love… oh Love, where art thou.
A brave heart willing to Love, I need now.
What’s happened to everyone, hearts tainted.
So fearful, so empty… ugly pic they’ve painted.
I still smile, dance, sing and spin.
As many times as I lose, I win.
He just sent me a song.
A song I wanna put in my thong.
Makin’ me want his schlong.
All fucking night long.
These moments are what I live for.
These moments I hoard and store.
Reminisce when I need more.
More than staring at a closed door.
Random moments, random times.
Random visions invading minds.
I love making something from nothing.
I adore making nothing from something.
I know my mood, I know myself.
I’ll keep writing words, they write themself.
No end inside my infinite mind.
Black hole spewing words of all kinds you’ll find…
I thought he left me hangin.
But really he came back bangin.
Life, you amaze me.
Life, you drive me crazy…