Whirlwind smile is it for me.. Making my mind spin vibrantly. I stand quite still, watchfully staring, fretfully hoping for some kind of chill, to catch a thrill. Yearn for a clue, a clue regarding you, an IOU. For a craving, a craving to cure, an ache that's ready to break. Itching for a glimpse of what? Not wanting comfort to be obsolete, so dead due to defeat. How I desire to be free of my hungering thirst for me, why can't you see. My appetite for the waterfall of affection, not to dry up. Loathing it's churning into deception, tricking of my mind into breathing the honesty, my vulnerability creating my personality... Carousal Smile is that for me, help me spin happily...
Written by Jenny Mello
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