People forget that
love rhymes
only carry you so long,
along a reparative flow..
But I venture on the
waves of varied flow..
Do I care if you get ******
below my riptide..
never connecting upon my
differential flow of wording.
Drowning within my varied view of a world
that isn't flowers they
fell into my ocean and got dragged into
oblivion long before you learnt to swim.
The moods of others are fickle,
but I'm not a trend,
I'm a tsunami of reality...
That's not constricted to the lullabies of others as
they drown within my words....
others fade
but I'm still here dragging you out...
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
People forget that
love rhymes
only carry you so long,
along a reparative flow..
But I venture on the
waves of varied flow..
Do I care if you get ******
below my riptide..
never connecting upon my
differential flow of wording.
Drowning within my varied view of a world
that isn't flowers they
fell into my ocean and got dragged into
oblivion long before you learnt to swim.
The moods of others are fickle,
but I'm not a trend,
I'm a tsunami of reality...
That's not constricted to the lullabies of others as
they drown within my words....
others fade
but I'm still here dragging you out...
