Tarot and the tickle

[Dragostorm]

Hi please let me know what you think about this, its not got gramma on but still let me know what you all think

The tarot and Tickle
by Dragostorm

Envy of desire you show me a life that means to live by from my sullen smile is a shard of the broken me inside this flame you’ve lit it licks my ribs and makes me laugh but the honest people which you seem to be apart of this niche lie always lie to shine their armor they slip up and spill the beans and tell you what they really think what is lost and doomed over the hippest threads and how Stacey is sleeping with my ex.

My ex what a waste the talent of a shrew was the size of the love he knew I offered and shared I told and said the fables of before the bible of **** and sick from my mouth he understood and held like a chest with a buckle as wet the wood cracked and used me as a tool to sleep with his friends he told the rest and gut me like a fishmongers wife

Yes I’m a mess these arms are used to undress this skin something is hidden within, no child no plague I’m male that way. I’m upset and played like a swing sat on and swung over the bars the high bars by men and friends.

The shallowest part of me is my face I’m rather ugly in the sense not like who I’ve seen my humour is what is my key my ability to laugh aloud and unashamed is my only feature I hold dear I won’t ask to change yours but I’ve been told to change me and what’s mine the heart of my art is my laugh don’t change what I like I change what came last; the kiss. The face can change if you stare at it the same my face can change by my character is my laugh.

So what are you going to say change my ways live normal I cut meat out my system to get a rise you say it’s a fade like my anger its simple I know but my life is mine we choose to change not suddenly start to say what it is and never go back again. Hard work determination hard guts and a little education. Your emotion is food enough as you feed the starved of faith which you be stall in me.

My tarot it told me that life is change and we should adapt I said this world has gone to **** and what we own is our souls which I misplaced, the horror of what I know and my light if this change in my life is you then I need to find my passport the keys a car and the ability to learn to drive soon to escape this drizzle this abortion we call a stern and the staff that man it this ship is the one we sunk and were still on it.

But my history and future all hold different hands as my present seems with you. And you seem an admirable man with kind hands and warming like smile this mirror is still shards and you’ve gone to get glue and fix me up.