Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same
I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame
my spaces change..and so do the faces names
All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...
What does he speak of is it really that minor?
I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..
am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.
speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's
Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.
I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.
Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...
Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.
Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.
If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_____________________________
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same
I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame
my spaces change..and so do the faces names
All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...
What does he speak of is it really that minor?
I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..
am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.
speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's
Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.
I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.
Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...
Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.
Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.
If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_____________________________
