playing with letters as if women in relations have all let me down... finding the crossing of the mind ramble on of the things learned falling from the mouth... as time has no motive other than to keep moving on with this thing we call paradise... having the only feeling left as an after effect tucked in the creases that evade to mind... seems i've been let down by friends that pretended to share the same wants n needs as one in particular tore me apart... as i sit with the reason of decision that come full circle to correct my own train of thought to heal my heart... roots have no meaning to people anymore... they tend to shy away from something real when it faces them like they ain't what the claim to be... looking after the selfish emotions of not wanting to be hurt n blaming others for their lack of the ability to live free... chains hold them to the ball they drag as it slows their adaption until it's to fuckin late... on the abracadabra feel of another luv'r that has escaped... as tongues twist unable to stand on owns faults that point fingers in directions away from the reflection that resembles their own... n they wonder why the keep winding up alone... letting self down is the flaw in which paradise changes in eyes that leak to the distance within them the forces the wedge... knowing a mutha fucka stood still to see them come out in the way they chose to play as luv was pushed from the edge... always wanting the next best thing... as even it noticed the same pattern feeling the inevitable sting...
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