I swear by semantics
I didn't mean that _
My tongue was a little sloppy sick,
That's just a tangent I'm trying to meet on this graph of grudges
And all the equations of emotions.
All those butter poached reincarnation of words are a bit too much for me to enact
A whole play; a heart dressed gaudily won't perform
It's still veins of inked chronology diaried,
Of hurt hardware copied in the system.
But still that was nothing but an accidental perforation: a leak from my mouth
I apologise, I need to fix it.