poke it... down at the bottom where the weight is held... release the burden of the past... with jus a lil hole... so the hurt can slowly fade... to gain the one who has become of who once thought they had it made... feel it trickle n learn how to luv it's flow... it's a good thing to heal so life can continue...all it's gonna take is to regain the comfort of emptying the heart... drowning is no way to live... living with old flames that's affected more than the mind... jus a lil pop will do if caring is what the friend within can handle to do...let it drain as time salvages the lesson without hatred... it'll only trap every movement bound to a thoughts that should've been left behind... let go once the first drip comes to the beginnings of the ends... true intent will do what's needed to resurface from the belly of the beast... all it takes is one time to want it to be over n poof... like a cloud clearing for blue skies the smoke clears from the mind... visually able to think clearly outside the imaginations whispers that repeat i'm done... to remain as self is to adapt n accept life had no guarantees... trying to outlast on fate there's a will to survive n enjoy the terms of every single status that exists... n the pressure hasta go... self's word stands intact along with the purpose of going for it all... with a better judge of character for eyes have seen the reason of what self is worth... let it drip knowing there is laughs awaiting the return of believing in something real... no longer owned by choices that didn't hold grounds that never gave way... mirrors do not lie as the truth reside in the truest friend ever known... it's time to live... here today n for as long as the days give new mornings to rise n get with being happy... a pin hole is the emotion thriving to be what it was meant to be... free...
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