I’m content until life unveils a memory
My life at times seems tragic but you you may never pity me
A pretty face which hides so much pain
Fire falls down and sprinkles on my life like rain
But I don’t get a cooling sensation it’s more like acid
I feel like plastic

My pain may never dissolve or decompose

I spend days lost in a type of love
The type that feels like spreading wings on a white dove
I go back and forth with it because I’m starting to get too comfortable
And I know it’s real cause I wanna *** for you
Off rip I developed a type of trust
Even though my intimacy goes through the stages of rust
I’ll always think of if I’ll have the strength to speak up
But if I ever want to move I’ll have to place your feelings in the place of luck
As of now it’s the only thing keeping me from being stuck
Cause only if you knew I needed someone to care
But we’ll see cause I throw my emotions up into thin air

Writing on paper something to readjust to
It’s been so long my hands treat it as new
I’ve been trapped behind a screen for years
Writing things people didn’t realize that I made it through with tears
Sometimes I believe it’s easier to just forget
I try to forgive but most times I force it