

Confession of an EgotistI won\'t be showering for weeks Because I can still smell your body on me I'll leave at the last second possible And watch with a smile when you go Only to call you an hour later Just to know you're on the other side of the reciever And I'll lie in my bed Talking to you, pretending my hand is yours as I touch myself Not a sexually suggestive theme Just my fingers on an unshaven cheekConfession of an Egotist
We are warrior poets Conquering the cold, the wind and those who tried to kill the romance If there's anything I could rescue you from I would slit throats with my pen 'til the t


ChocolateThere's smiles to be smiled And a friendship is born to never die There's a playground To be played upon There's a muddy tennis ball To be thrown around There's a rusty old car we'll drive in Down the street to an unknown destination There's chocolate covering our footsteps And tasteful cigarettes hanging from our lips We'll sit at a table with people we might not know Fill the air with words and smoke I'll fit my teeth deep Into the rich, beautiful friendship The chocolate of which i speakChocolate
Inhale
by `werol
by `CrisVector
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