Letting others venture eternally,
Loving only what is seen externally.
How can you find what's genuine ?
Easy.
Start looking from within.
Because
As an adolescent ,time is the only sin.
We brink creation,
Until expiration.
Jaded vision will only get you so far.
But the use of external bliss only pleases for the moment.
Going around breaking hearts only creates opponents.
Though life's circle will bring the drama back around;
And when she does she'll slap all expressions of clowns.
Leaving pale white faces,
Breathless and traumatized.
Like her gyspy eyes.
Hypnotized, I am because it's my weakness.
Followed by the **** thighs, the uniqueness.
Her meekness...
How should I treat this?
This lust!
Should I trust?
Or ****** and bust?
I must, break the cycle.