there's no time for one's wellbeing
when you're trying to be a well being.
well, being in this place makes it quite a feat.
since this world ain't for Cs, just - well - be
because plan A always finds a way to sway when you're well on your way to being
your most and keep glee where you the well with waters of your heart be
being well off seems a fairytale from this scope
but there will be, a moment where our water runs deep.

I know that this is ******* you
I really feel your pain
Not physically or mentally but
through the inking you paint
on that page of your mistreatings,
of what this species did to your
Innocent and beauty being.
I'm truly cut deep by this and I,
know it's most probably an infinite nightmare and
I'm quite scared for the, future if this is how some men view a
woman and think they can run free and do a re-**** up
I'm really disgusted with dudes who reveal colours that
paint the world unsafe for our only hope of a loved one .

Man, **** 'em , but it really should be taught to all the lot
That it's okay sometimes to not know and learn from those who've got
knowledge on the thing , and not just push and shove 'em like a box
it's scary how the man has had this illusion that he's superior
now this same illusion is making hard headed animals
Loud nothings upon their heads ringing like alarms in mid
Dream sequence and these issues are just like a parable they knock
Out of the way and make no mistake, they take this thing little a lot
But what do I know. I just want change for our kings and queens
so godly they are hybrids and carry their dreams
in face of more adversity than we could ever endure
I'd to say, from deep inside my core of cores, on behalf of all the boars
that I truly apologize and prayers for y'all are more.
and that's just the two cents from your boy.

the balloon popped.


the flight mood walked away with the last pieces of my
ever torn heart and soul not deserving of any good good brings.


the heart dos stopped.



although the love stays immense and an intense plot thickens
the thing is, the moon got another shade of blue from these eyes' vision.
all the sweet nothings are now nothing but deafening silence
but who am I to feel this way, I'm sorry for this shxt,
that I hand to you even though we weren't that type of ting
it won't happen again, I guess sometimes love makes me kid think.



the sads are getting intimate.
the flower bloomed but didn't grow.
the happys are no longer living.
mining is jealous of this low.