I meet you in a room,
on the aisle
marked my territory
sentiment scalded
your tongue nonchalantly
chanting conceited thoughts
words buried in my heart
eighty six thousand four hundred seconds
i delight to imitate
scornful tone with intent
bruise your ego
no guilt, no shame
oh, cry me a river
I don't really care
for you, like a scene of a crime
I am, young hot blooded
inconspicuous spectator
laughing with insane glee
catifelata 12:37am 2 Nov 2011
