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Jun 2017 · 393
Beyond The Surface
Andre Patterson Jun 2017
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 2017 · 315
True Feelings
Andre Patterson Jun 2017
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
Mar 2017 · 367
Uncertainty
Andre Patterson Mar 2017
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
Uncertainty
Mar 2017 · 329
Recovery
Andre Patterson Mar 2017
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
Beating Addiction
Mar 2017 · 341
Isolated Love
Andre Patterson Mar 2017
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.
Passing time
Feb 2017 · 227
Waiting
Andre Patterson Feb 2017
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...
Where on earth is he

— The End —