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I push
and
I push
until I get what I want.
To be free
of feelings that
surround me
is only dreams
far, far away.
So listen
to what I say and
when I finally hit the spot,
you give me what I want.
A lash here,
a lash there.
No drug could compare.
These are the feelings
I don't want to fade.
They fill me up
with the knowledge
I already know.
Give me those words,
show yourself.
I don't lie
like that anymore,
but it'd be a lie
if I said that
I meant those things.
There's no
buying into it with you.
You just say the
things you feel.
but why should you believe a thing i say?
Speaking of bad
trips on drug's,
Here's a little
riddle for you.






What's wrose,
living in sin
or doing sin
where it's taught?
isn't thievery somewhere in there too? i don't know. i stopped listening when i was force feed to hate everything i am at an early age.
Speaking of bad
trips on drug's,
Here's a little
riddle for you.






What is wrose,
living in sin
or doing sin
where it's taught?
isn't thievery somewhere in there too? i don't know. i stopped listening when i was force fed to hate everything i am at an early age.
 May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
Laci
His bitterness fed the storm
Unsure and forgotten
She sought shelter amongst the clouds
Trapped in his image

Picturesque essence of used to be
Lost gypsy girl
Flowers blossom upon your lips
Listen to the whispers

Painted toes
Foot prints upon the sun
Leave your lipmark for tomorrow
Where the dew lingers

Crash upon an emerald sea
Summer sweet down pour
Cloud wanderer
The wind remembers

Briary trap of content
Wildfire soul
To find direction
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