What happens, here stays here, right?. This is nothing but a miserable lesson learned. What we share together will not end up. Falling out of someone else's lips.
Her clothes were soaked with mildew. Ropes burned their way. Through her fragile thin wrists. I stood over her watching to see. . If she was going to live or die.
I close my eyes and watch the heavens burn. The earth is flooded with my disease. This sorrow drowns me, deeper and deeper. Destined to walk alone, and probably always will.
me no good soso what fuck u think me. me no bad buhoo what shit think my life. say say ye me no wrong si sis si lilly joy. booby doll ye like hip hop ice cream juice lime sweet.
Never being scared to lose control.. Never scared to break heartss.. You'll be a constant reminder why I choose to live my life this way.. And I'll remember those days we felt so alive,.
All I have.. All I have.. All I have.. All I have.. . This is all I have,. you can't fucking change who I am.. This is all I have,. and if you disrespect,.
I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality. Fabricating pertinent dinner conversation. Fascinating breath pressing drawls. Asking myself why. . Unbelievable, isn't it? The way we twist the words around.
These words collapse your confidence. Your destructive existence is nauseating. Fake, with no self-esteem, you're nothing. You change with manic uncertainty.
I am impatient, hard to please. No sense of serenity, habitual neurosis. Transcends into thoughts of suicide. . And when this body lays lifeless. Don't patronize me by.
Tell me what you wish to do?. You know that your wish most likely will not come true. Not to worry because your life has been one big disappointment anyway.
I tested your patience. Without you even knowing. So I continued to throw words. Around carelessly. . I knew how to get you off certain words. Evoked this beast from you.
I can't understand. What I do wrong half the time. My judgment is blurred. From this last year of defeat. . I never once acted like. This before I met you.
with a simple blink of an eye. the trupeter stops. he has run out of breath. he dtops to his knees. to regain his breath. panting and gasping for as much air.
To the author of this dream. I can't say I know all the answers. I'm short on so many things. But I know the choices we make will make us who we are. .
To the author of this dream. To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight. Words fail to touch my thanks. They hold no weight and leave us cold.