Jungle
by Giraffic_park>>maybe, vine, torture, kettle, eye
I begin to wonder and think maybe
I'm lost in this jungle
The vines of my life wrapping around me
Like torture it never ends,
An everlasting labyrinth of complexity
Until I boil over, screaming
Howling like the kettle that is always too hot
Nonstop agony, until I found you
The love of my life
The apple of my eye
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Left By: calree
i like this, its really meandering, but in a good way :)