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What is the definition of a person doing it right, Is it easy to know or easy to sight. Do they understand simply that to be right is your own game, you are the king there is no one to blame. Do they think in a way thats peaceful towards all, or struggle still and hit their own walls. Do they fight like me with these demons raging, holding my principles blaming and caging. Assumptions of innocence, naïve they say, but really it's just the same battle in my mind everyday. Who do you want to be where is your truth, is there a reason you hold back am I stuck in my youth. I see and I know I understand and I feel but what's right and wrong what truth is real? Lustful hands bent knees and toes, pushing and grinding to places I don't know. The thoughts say stop but why? I can't explain, the force to be in the right holding me at a stalemate game. Touching and kissing heat rising, I'm smiling. The battle quieted by tongues and their styling. Exploring, feeling open but restrained, maybe when it's right my heart wont be tamed.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Truth Game
What is the definition of a person doing it right, Is it easy to know or easy to sight. Do they understand simply that to be right is your own game, you are the king there is no one to blame. Do they think in a way thats peaceful towards all, or struggle still and hit their own walls. Do they fight like me with these demons raging, holding my principles blaming and caging. Assumptions of innocence, naïve they say, but really it's just the same battle in my mind everyday. Who do you want to be where is your truth, is there a reason you hold back am I stuck in my youth. I see and I know I understand and I feel but what's right and wrong what truth is real? Lustful hands bent knees and toes, pushing and grinding to places I don't know. The thoughts say stop but why? I can't explain, the force to be in the right holding me at a stalemate game. Touching and kissing heat rising, I'm smiling. The battle quieted by tongues and their styling. Exploring, feeling open but restrained, maybe when it's right my heart wont be tamed.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
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