ICU
• Written by Uzaair
If love was a fruit,
it would grow from the branch of vulnerability,
The stuff in the roots,
would be the thirst for your match in culpability.
It’s the only plant that grows without water,
all it needs is to be down to earth. so Imma say:
How many bars do I get? How many bars do I get for my heart to arrest what has started depressing my bark and pen, imparted the message, what I want is to stress the departure of stretchers and my parchedness, you get it? Imma Pause if you guessing, oh my god I am restless as a hospital guest. I’m a hospital guest! Discharging myself after dodging my death, lost in the quest for my loving again; Lost to just quench my thirst in the wet.
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You are hospitable and lovely,
and I’ve promised to be patient.
Love unconditional’s above me,
and I’m lost in every statement,
said while I’m still in my recovery, lying.
Stop with the exhaling,
the shocking and the shaking,
your resusci-fucking-tation,
hearts stopped and never beating.
Honest I am vacant for vacation if you're ever
wanting to be taken away on a ride or to fly
to somewhere with a bakin’ sun and palms trees and a Satan,
your palms read us together, hold my palm please while I wait for
your heart’s beat to be synchronized with mine it’s harder every day than..
you know… We can both grow into what we reap and what we sow so why wait for every party. I can be with, you.
I can give you space,
if you wanting all those stars,
I can take off - wait,
I can fix all of your faults, I can pick up all the parts, of your fucked up broken heart, it’s a problem I solve.
I will take all of your pain.
It’s a problem I do fall,
for all the problem fucked up girls,
all the problems in this world,
all the l want is company,
all the lost love I have seen,
all the loved ones I have lost,
I am not your enemy,
vulnerability,
ain’t the best look I put on,
it’s like only I can see,
only I can feel that solely I am free
and lost in the sad fact that love is life and life is love,
I like to love but all you like is lining up what time you look
in my direction, eyes affectionate divisive see,
real eyes realize real lies,
shoot me right above my fucking neck and scream for life emergency.
ICU.
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Uzaair
Member since November 16 2014