๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ?
"Bury me,
in your protection."
๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ,
"Keep me
and my heart collected."
๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ,
"I will
embrace your affection,
๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐,
feel safe
wrapped in this connection."
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐...
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐.
I handed you in pieces,
all my beauty and my truth.
You promised you would hold them
with love the whole way through.
๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ,
to believe
that it was ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ,
I believed
that it was ๐๐ผ๐.
But for some reason, this feeling
makes me commit treason.
I cause my own bleeding
and my boundaries weaken.
This lighting's deceiving
and I'm seeking to find,
the line intervening
between you and I.
But it's gone to the night.
You're all that I want.
You're all that's in sight.
I don't want to escape ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ,
or this ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ on my ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
So, when you asked me...
"๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?"
๐ ๐ด๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ.
Blinded by
this lustful yearn. I'd,
never seen eyes that
didn't fear me first. I'd,
never met a mouth
so pretty as yours.
Craving the flavour,
the taste of my curves.
Seeking to savour
the twists and the turns,
of ๐ฎ๐บ body, ๐ฎ๐บ kiss,
and ๐ฎ๐บ tongue.
My ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ป and my ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐
to you I'd serve.
All I can do is
๐จ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐ข๐.
๐๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต...
I forgot just where
my mind went. I'd,
misplaced and lost
the sentiment, that
centres me
in these,
elements. The,
intensity
is relevant
to the detriment
of my disconnect
to the self I sense.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐...
๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด I know is true.
When you asked for me,
I gave you ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ than you could ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ธ.
And I wanted you to swallow it, ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค.
But the problem is...
All this complicated
**** you say
I regurgitated,
is a result of how
intoxicated
I am from always
accomodating
a level of love
approximated. I,
never know if I'm
dominated, or
if this loves
consolidated, and
all I did,
was ๐๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ this...
Slowly losing you. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด...
Never finding truth...
Never knowing what you do.
Giving me a piece,
and then taking back two.
Pushing and pulling
in and out of my view.
Raining down sentiments
that keep me confused.
I can't find my way
in the dark of the moon.
Can't locate your love
in this light, misconstrued.
As I pick up the pieces
you dont care to lose,
I start to ๐พ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป if ๐
can ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐บ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ฉ๐...
And thats when I lost me.
๐ ๐๐ช๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ.
Tumbling backwards
to a past I once knew,
of cyclical madness
and embedded abuse.
In madness and lament,
I'm fully consumed.
My ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต meets the ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต,
and I act like a ๐ณ๐ผ๐ผ๐น.
๐๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,
looking right ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต.
๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ.
On this trail I'm left lost in...
When you leave - it turns to ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐.
...
I wish you hadn't held my hand,
telling me about your youth.
Carving our names in the sand,
only not to pursue.
I wish you wouldn't say name,
when you look at the moon.
Whispering melodies
in a deviant tune.
For I am ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ
by the dance of your mouth,
as it makes your words move
in the night, all throughout.
But I can't be confused
by the beautiful sounds
of a ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ...
Of a song, ๐น๐ผ๐๐ and ๐ณ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ.
So this, I return.
For my heart, I must choose:
to ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ or to ๐ฏ๐๐ฟ๐ป,
or to let myselfย ย ๐ฏ ๐น ๐ผ ๐ผ ๐บ .
ย ย ย ย ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ก๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด,
ย ย ย ย ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
So, I've sealed this in ๐๐ฎ๐
,
ย ย ย ย
ย ย ย ย and sent it
๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธย ย
ย ย ย ย toย ย theย ย ย ๐บ๐ผ๐ผ๐ปย ย .
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
specious, adj.
1. apparently good or right though lacking real merit; superficially pleasing or plausible.
2. pleasing to the eye but deceptive.