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Postal Leo May 2019
I'm sorry. I'm so unimaginably sorry. In a life filled with love and hate, I was the reason you made so many mistakes...

Comprehension is impossible, the end is always near.
Keeping that in mind, stay away from the drug fear.
Quickens you, to an abnormal pace.
Your heart and mind, both begin to race.
And everything drops. (R)

You can't help but think!
Think about all the mistakes you've made,
Think about your failing grades,
Think about the boys you hate,
and the girls you love, but….
No-one loves you, no no-one loves you!

And I’m so sorry,
If this doesn’t apply,
But i know there’s rhyme or reason,
To every fake kiss, and black eye,
Disgusted gaze, and small lie…
I mean,
What if your the villain in another’s story?
What if life is about love, not glory?
What if death is mandatory?
What if there is no Heaven or Hell, only Purgatory?
Or an endless darkness where we are forever judged,
By those who made better decisions than us.

Because while you sit around sipping,
From a bottle of wine that you stole,
Infuriated that your so alone…
Another sits working on their Bio project,
Need that easy A,
That quick dopamine from a “Good Job”,
A thumbs up,
And a simple piece of paper,
With one hundred at the top.

We’re all druggies. Some of us just don't know how to stop.
This is my first attempt at making legitimate music. I've wanted nothing more my whole life then to make my dad smile, and to finally reach my mom. So, this is like a promise ring, and anyone who reads it all, cares, you can receive the promise ring. I will make it. I cannot fail.
Postal Leo Apr 2019
I have trouble communicating, maybe because I was never told to when young, or maybe i truly have no-one to talk to. But i have so many ideas to share with you, my love, my walking dream, my last aspiration, my dying, and final breath.

Through love I have realized, that love and suicide constantly coincide.

For every time you talk of leaving, it makes my heart wrench and when you finally did, it died. Love is beautifully sickly sweet, like the last apple, at the top of the tree, that never falls through December, but just sit there to rot, and you know what they say about the bad apple, in the bunch.

So just like love, we could both make splendid pie's, if only someone had the heart to try.
Postal Leo Mar 2019
How do I make you understand that i feel lost?
No-one will see this.
How can I convey my pain?
No-one will hear this.
Drowning slowly in a tar pit of self doubt.
Struggling artist's can understand, perhaps.
I don't want to be famous.
I want to be heard, seen.
Seen by my father, who will know me as a man.
Heard by my grandma, maybe she will finally understand.
Postal Leo Mar 2019
Stuck in a dream,
Falling forever.

Under the maple tree,
Simple endeavors.

Staring at the sun,
Seems quite bright.

End of the day,
I'm hypontized.
Postal Leo Mar 2019
Pray for me.
Whether I'm weak or strong, I need your words,
Encouragement, flocks around me, just like birds.
Human nature declares we depend on one another.
Just like I’m bound to argue with my great grandmother.

No love in this country, hate from the skies.
Perilous horizons, and I'm ready to die!
Die for my beliefs,
Die by the police,
Dead for my friends,
Not dead till the story ends.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Getting kicked outta heaven for being born this way.
So I suppose I'll have to make a legacy on earth.
And make Gabriel and the angels give me a wide berth.

All I want is success, but hate on you if you succeed.
So done with feeling nothing, believe I'm ready to bleed,
For everything I stand for, all that I believe.
When I die, I suppose, I'll end up in the garden of greed.
Postal Leo Mar 2019
Love is like an overshadowing darkness, in the light, that forces you to feel a way.
Love is incredibly simple, however complicated it may seem, and most realize in a dream.
A dream, not asleep.
But a quick glance, and the heart begins to beat.
Whether it’s outside, in the pouring rain.
Or a simple sunny noontide.
Cupid’s arrow will always hit.
At the most inconvenient possible time.

Love is like a taxi ride around a small country town, when all you know, is the city.
It’s always new, foreign, and incredibly unsightly.
The food *****, the music is not at all your style, but you pretend to enjoy it anyway.

Basically…. Point is, I think I'm falling in love.
And I don't want to get hurt again.
I'm so tired of feeling numb.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
So confused, on how I always try my best, but always,
Seem to be outdone,
By some one who does less,
Or is younger than me,

I've found in a Human shoot Human planet,
That nothing is sacred, not even love,
Or the base principles thereof.
Maybe I should give it up.
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