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Watch the picture swaying side to side
look closer and see
the blood thirsty fangs
drip drip drip
Made a puddle into an ocean
blinded by the smoke and mirrors
Take a closer look at that picture
Grit and grind just like you and me
You went on a trip down south
where everything slowed down
felt the walls closing in, arms out and sweat dripping
f*ck it was only me
it was only fucking me
screamed at the top of my...
scratched my way out
jumped out and laid it down
jumped out and laid it down
Jumped out and laid it down
couldn't keep this bottled up
we walk on dental floss
we sing with scratchy throats
all a piece of it
all for a love lost deep deep within
trying so fucking hard to get out
explosion after explosion
desperately trying to make it's way out
lets not push this music away
bring out your heart
share it with me
show me your skin
show me the grit and grind
show me the love bottled up
shake that mother fucker up
explosion after explosion
this must not be stopped
magic is in a heart shaped flower delicate and powerful
giving life giving love
reaching out to each and everything
lets hold her gently and taste
those buds
cherish them for
I am them, we are them
lying naked and vulnerable for the whole world to see
for the whole world to cherish
I had to take a knock for this
I had to take a fall
I had to take a little death
EGO had to take it all in
taking it all INSIDE
Where all your love lives
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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Ade Richardson

I'm a film director living out of Brooklyn NY. I started writing poetry sporadically 10 years ago, but have recently been writing regularly. I'm a prolific writer and write quite often but it's only until recently that I've been sharing my poems with others. more…

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