Can you fault me for feeling relentless
That I can throw away this pounded heart
Disconnected, yet beating in small yelps
Missing the manic, mimicking the good old days of
Fools. Fools that I yearn for, pools of eternal swimmers
In ecstasy of you, I turn rabid at the sight of you
But I easily slam unto a glass wall of tasted bitterness
Tested bitterness. My rationality did not keep its alarm
And I paw for you, in hopes that leaving an imprint
Ignites anything, indulges, excites even
You for the puppy I'm trying to be.
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