I cannot apologize for my heart. Even though it fails to act out the unspoken arts. It’s an oopsie I can’t control. Cheesy and shallow it winds up being content to being left alone. Cry? Me? You’ll never know how feelings rise to fall in the deep. Maybe I need help. Possibly what good I need is to be shown what’s truly to be felt. Bcuz the override has been forsaken beneath the surface as there’s a burial that’s settled in even my mind. As the mental approach listens to reason that protects the contents of the chest. I’m doing my best. And what makes sense to me isn’t for just anyone that wants to rush to the gush squeezed to release what isn’t so simple to get. Why can’t we keep it as real as wanting to never see a day without a friends kiss walking across the skin from a comforting set of lips.? I just may be someone who’s never gonna be enough too fast. Or to outlast the hype of moments gathered to be forgotten somewhere in a thought of characters that make up the memories cast. Idk. But it ain’t for me to figure out so I don’t believe in hope. For I have me to make sure I’m truly in a place where time doesn’t exist. Personally I move to the motions vibing in a rhythm that explains bliss. Silently without words I live to enjoy life. But, as it seems, I’m misunderstood in a clarification of what was is still lingering somehow in my daydreams. It’s strange to know how unsatisfied relations can be. When all self wants is to get along. To grow and piece something together worth a Fuck. And eventually admit openly that like has indeed transformed into luv. Although in reality I’m to sit in the quietness of my own wondering why this is. Looking at tomorrow wondering will I again be never missed?
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