Always discharging projectiles to the left hand side
of my perception, misguided attempts to traumatise
every aspect that follows your breadcrumbs.
But I'm not one to follow the hunger of love,
bruises show the path that was unyielding
to the malleability restricting my tangibility
of every needing.
Wondering on the grains that you cant follow,
I told you I was always here..
I walk barefoot, so that you can t follow the steps,
that you brought.
Its hard for your love to fathom that i no
longer need to follow the footsteps of tears..
Mine are dry and you'll never follow me...
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
Always discharging projectiles to the left hand side
of my perception, misguided attempts to traumatise
every aspect that follows your breadcrumbs.
But I'm not one to follow the hunger of love,
bruises show the path that was unyielding
to the malleability restricting my tangibility
of every needing.
Wondering on the grains that you cant follow,
I told you I was always here..
I walk barefoot, so that you can t follow the steps,
that you brought.
Its hard for your love to fathom that i no
longer need to follow the footsteps of tears..
Mine are dry and you'll never follow me...
