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M-PAC Jul 2018
It’s been a minute...
Since I’ve seen you’re face,
I can’t hold back any longer.
The more you move away,
The more I become stronger.
Nothing like Hancock,
No hand on my ****.
This feeling is so real,
A love so new
Would stop a clock.
I don’t wanna be ****** and push you away.
I’ve noticed whenever your absent from my life
My days turn into gray.
I can’t depend on you
To provide happiness,
It’s all on myself.
The more I think of you,
The more I scream out for help.
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen your face
And now you’re with someone else.
M-PAC Jul 2018
Sipping drank
Thinking about you
Sipping drank
Thinking about you

Call your phone-
Nobody’s home,
I know you hate being alone.

I keep pursuing you
Even though you don’t need me.
Give it a couple hours,
And then
You’ll wanna see me.

Sipping drank
Thinking about you
Sipping drank
Thinking about you
M-PAC Jul 2018
If you love me
Then let’s take it slow.
Lord only knows,
how much time we have left,
you won’t let me go.
It’s along road ahead of us,
Let’s take it slow
and enjoy this moment.
only knows,
I can’t wait until it’s over.
#Dedication #Resilience #Hope #TimeIsOfTheEssence
M-PAC Jun 2018
Do we belong together?
I don’t know.
As the days go on,
I can’t seem-
to let you go.
I think about you all the time,
Do you ever think of me?
I’ll sometimes forget you in reality-
Only to wind up finding you
In my Dreams.
M-PAC May 2018
Death doesn’t scare me anymore as much as rejection does,
To be denied by someone who already knows me,
Who I once was?
Would terrify my soul,
Cause I wouldn’t have control;
Who wants to die,
To wake up and be told they aren’t loved anymore?
No matter the struggle. There will always be better days.
M-PAC Apr 2018
I let my guard down,
Man **** these feelings.
Put the blame on myself,
I tried so hard to believe it.
Now I’m back where I started,
How I hate it here,
I’ve been down for so long,
****** man,
This my year.

My Last Promise.
M-PAC Mar 2018
There are days full of wondering.
There are days where I’m pretending.
There are days where I don’t know where to go.
There are days where I feel I’m dying slow.
There are days,
Where the pain doesn’t even exist.
There are days that I forget you live.
Then, there are days your memory digs a hole. Deep into my mind to make itself at home. Echoes of your voice play throughout my head, along with your scent, the memories, and holding you close in the bed.

Trust me I’m fine.

I’ve been fine since you left.
Took a journey of my own
found light and even found death.
How I miss you dear friend, miss you more than ever. Wishing we could communicate so we could tell everything to each other.
You left me?
You can’t just come back. If it was you all alone then I’d understand that.
But you chose them...
over me?
You thought you knew what burned meant?
The flame you left me with was another degree.
It took some time,
I had to find myself.
I’ve waited patiently.
Writing came into play,
Now I’m just a man
planting magic seeds.

To be or not to be? That is the real question.

As I wonder; I look for hope.
As I pretend; I look for meaning.
When I don’t know where to go; I remember, no one does.
Life finds you.
When I feel I’m dying slow; I’m actually living.
When the pain is absent; it’ll usually come back that night.
Days that I forget you live; let’s me know this ain’t right.
Maybe in due time.
Nothing I can do to fight.
So don’t ask me if I’m okay.

Trust me,
Baby I’m fine.
I’m fine.
Trust me baby I’m fine.
Just trust me when I say it,
Baby I’m fine.

— The End —