Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She said she had something to tell me too
A tinge or twitch no longer delegated to
The back of my brain, now stings.
A heat pushes forth from my wrist
Something calls to be released.

If you ever want to see me again
You better smarten up quick.
Sweet unforgivable ignorance
Will you be able to look me in the eyes?
For I am perpetually sick

We could change each others worlds
in a intelegent misguided second,
and you never even knew me
will we ever learn our lessons?

My life could have gone in so many other directions if it wasn't for sweet, unforgivable ignorance.. Nice heat of tension, circling..