You should see the sketch of sorro
You should see the pain written in
You should try to dig what is hidd
Can you not see how her eyes are t
When her brows flinches up and dow

For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

You don’t have to bleed to
Satisfy them all
Just throw them a bone
And watch them bring it back.

I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.

Let me not seek before my faith is
When the buds are trimmed for love
Not for unusual traits or heart wr
And not for solidarity to beg or r
Some debt; which my heart will dec

It could be one way to live occupi
That is tacking every trousers in
Despise, and dressing every space
Empty space for sin to lose intere
In its options to form in your lif

Atleast I
Have love
For something
That is not
secured

There is nothing special
About being normal
If it be cheating,
Cheat
Or perhaps laughing, dancing

You can’t get
Enough
Of words
Or enough
Of context

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are