#datorefargo

The world is spinning, I'm gettting dizzy, positively nauseous. I might end up vomiting, over your suede shoes, and squeaky leather pants. A light head, bells in my ears, and the flutter of wings, plague me. The world is spinning, it's turning pink, I don't own any, tinted sunglasses. This was supposed to be, easy, but the menu had difficulty, and I pressed X on extreme.

I'm not, stupid. I think, I just, fell in love, with being, an idiot. Not so, different, just a fool, lovestruck, with an empty, crayon box. A bit dull, a little boring, could barely cut, butter, on bread. Maybe you'd say, it's pathetic, possibly, charming. All because, my natural blush, acts as make up, for clowns, and embarrassed, mimes.

Early morning, cigarette, I crave, your taste. I long, for the burning, you once gave me. I inhale, I spin, get dizzy, and fall again.

By the way, the sunset looks, I can tell, what time, of year it is. Whether this dusk, will be warm, to the touch, or have a cool, breeze, and leave, bittersweet, tastes, in our mouths.

The feeling, of uneasiness, down deep, in the pit, of my stomach. Like I ate, one too many, raw fish, I can feel, them swimming, their way out, of unsatisfied, hunger.

Sometimes, it's as if, my lungs, are filled, with lead. I breathe, but tend, to choke, instead.

With you around, I feel like, a marshmallow. Light, fluffy, and sweet. Not afraid, to get burned, when the fire, gets too hot.