u ever wondered if u passed a good one up.?. like u seen them but decide other things would conflict with the necessities of luv... how does one choose who to share time with before old age closes our own written book.?. i find myself a waste of good that is rottin in words that'll prolly neva do any good... when u ain't like no one that crosses the eyes line of sight lookin for a lil attention themselves... maybe it's bcuz i finally let go of someone that changed who it is i was into what sits here tappin out... not given a fuck of what others think as if they have a better way they don't even understand as if too proud... i believe my blinded eyes walked on by as they watched me loosen up for the retreat afraid of relations... n it's not that i'm not ready, i jus don't do gratifications... honestly there's nothin wrong with me... i jus don't wanna live in a dream.... i can't be felt as me if i can't be who it is that stands sore here in this loopy azz craze... i think i rethought a few times over to to rethink it all over again now caught in a daze... wtf is emotion if it doesn't wanna crack to be pried open.?. there's things i don't understand here as confusion gets lost in the corrosion... hopin one day it's all the way in that doesn't fade... neva to have to try to remember their name... faced with the expressions shapin the drift away as sails breeze into the misplacement of a friend... as i ask myself who is it i truly think i am to think anyone is so much different...
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