Buckets have been the only thing helping me drain my eyes that are full of tears
I almost hate the sight of running faucets
Running scared into my only closet
where the only peace I get is the darkest sleep
Years of tears drained into buckets from my eyes
almost feels like I'm never dry inside, please hold me so I can have peace of mind.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
I seen you again and oh
it was like moisturizing to my broken lips
And you ran away so swiftly
I seen it, your blushing face over
hidden feelings for someone else
I am in love with you, even without the
"but how could you"
I stay as a friend
because in my eyes
you drown my dreams of sorrows
And I feel all alone without you
Imagine me without you
Bare, *** Naked Completely
Non functional
I stay as a friend
Because I love you
Written by André Patterson
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Lights had flickered as you turn unto my street block
The racing thoughts in my head had dissipated from the lack of oxygen to my brain when you pulled up
Knowing what I wanted knowingly was you,
only meant trouble and no real answers at all coming from you this was nothing but setting me up
I don't come into this relation for a temporary hookup
them the words you spoke before you showed up
Let's not mess this up
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
No more fighting these streets
Clearly I can see and I can be anything that I wanna be, see y'all dnt know where Ive been and you've never even lifted a chin, but tell you what I'm going to do and give you people a sneak preview of me and my recovery
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
I wasn't looking and I ignored the passing sign of interest
how could I've been so blind? the brother was so refined,
me and my unconscious mind
I had learned what it felt like to be burned
once I was told that looking for love was overridden and that I should wait,
as if it never existed
now I'm sitting here looking foolish and alone wishing for myself a bone, no more waiting as of today
I am gone stop isolating and start reeling in my bait.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
The one who supposed to be tending to my open wounds
light-heartedness
and taming my unyielding spirit.
Searching...
He must be animated
light in spirit cause even catching myself ain't so easy
I know he's somewhere here in this atmosphere
all the times my *** has disappeared
He has left not one stone unturned and it's been all a wild goose chase but people see my poker face and I am still
Searching...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC