Your Prop
• Written by Anonymous
When i was young boy,
i used to spend alot of time,
on my own
just playing with my toys,
then one day i grew tall
well... not that tall,
but enough to step off the stall.
to reach something up on a shelf, on the wall,
but of course i fall,
there was no safety net at all,
and i vaguely remember the fall,
but if i make it to eighty years old,
i'll insure to stay out the rainy cold,
and maybe i'll have a lovely lady to hold.
With every “hello” there’s a chill
bellowing an echo
in the back of my throat.
Toak, drift into smoke,
floating on a cloud of my own.
Drifting, linking hands and drinking,
until we slip under the covers
and smother each other
in the feelings that we harbor.
Your heart is my target and
I’m aiming to be forever A part of it.
I just hope we last, letting time fly past,
not causing a draft; not even enough to
move a falling feather off its path.
I want to grow old with you.
We’ll share laughs, baths, fuck it...
I want to split every asset in half!
Cause as long as I have you I’ll feel whole.
You are wrapped tightly around my soul
and I hope you never let go!
Just hold until your bound and sold.
The jolts feel like lightning bolts
that have struck through to volts…
Making every hair on my skin poke up
as if they were debating a vote.
You’re making my heart
beat until I pole-vault!
Into a state of shock cause
I feel like I’m gonna pop,
and drop in to your arms,
until my knees feel weak and I flop...
Willingly become your prop!
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