i wish the words would just come out
or when they do they wouldnt go south
i wish everyone wasnt so focused on my mouth
i wish i did but, i don't know the route
i don't know
i dont know where to go
or who to be
or when to flee
or what to see
in you, or me, or we
the my view is stuck on one sight
doesnt matter the circumstance, always black or white
always good or bad, always wrong or right
bathing in darkness or blinded by light
the choices i make weigh
oh how they weigh
on my heart,
my mind,
my life, and
my soul
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
i wish the words would just come out
or when they do they wouldnt go south
i wish everyone wasnt so focused on my mouth
i wish i did but, i don't know the route
i don't know
i dont know where to go
or who to be
or when to flee
or what to see
in you, or me, or we
the my view is stuck on one sight
doesnt matter the circumstance, always black or white
always good or bad, always wrong or right
bathing in darkness or blinded by light
the choices i make weigh
oh how they weigh
on my heart,
my mind,
my life, and
my soul
This was sitting in my drafts so I guess I'll post it.
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