Sometimes... I realize I want to share more
It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like
The funny thing is I used to believe The problem Lied inside myself Like maybe
I’m free call me what you want but
I must collect myself for I am slipping
2 sticks that couldn’t rub without a match my hearts empty
Nuns in shackles being walked out She could see me I was trying to hide
What we can’t have... Addiction... Self Control... Games... Choice...
I once read that, “It’s not the length of life, but… This statement I feel is true bey… How do people believe that time is more important than depth or feeli…
She stood motionless Captured and cursed To be the devils mistress Screaming to be free Oh, but you may never be
She tried to climb out slow but her love for a man was quickening her journey the little man with the purple gui… was playing her song
All prolific’s aside one beautiful paradox to another, don’t you know how wonderful you feel wrapped
This wonderful feeling you’ve left me with I’m a stranger to this comfort Yet I miss you,
Sometimes amidst all the shit pile… around your feet, you can see beau… if your eyes are open When you feel like you can’t breat… another breath, you realize
There was Something So surreal About Washing