And...it's here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it's entirety. A new beginning and a new me. Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being. Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black? Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes. **** this! Atrocious. Drugs?! Goodness me. How did we get to this? Horrible, dehumanising, and it's here to stay. "It suppresses". But really only in the mildest of ways. Just to remind you of the control you once had. Killed! And now ceded in it's entirety to a tad bit of a fad. Let me just turn back the hands of time! My fate I leave with you alone. Nothing seems to relieve this pressure and irreparable pain. Oh God! Could I be spared such a destiny? Prayers. Queuing from my heart to yours. Respectfully admonishing your power and grace. Simply, do I ask for that childlike sense of serenity. To take me to a place of restoration and hope. Unlock my mind. Repair my soul. For vaults of this kind are too strong.
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We matched! I hyped! We latched! And patched. Yet another broken heart. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
And…it’s here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it’s entirety. A new beginning and a new ending. Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being. Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black? Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes. **** this! Atrocious. Drugs?! Goodness me. How did we get to this? Horrible, dehumanising, and it’s here to stay. “Suppresses”. But really only in the mildest of ways. As if to constantly remind you of the control you once had. Now ceded in it’s entirety to a tad bit of fad.
Tottering on the brink of illiteracy, was a man once known, for his intellectual proficiency. For brilliant no more he was, as those days were long gone! Once upon a time he was well known, for his many exponential technologies, From portable video projection hardware, reconstruction surgical devices for the cochlear, to software able to extract the deepest of thoughts. Now, there he lay. There he lay! Daily perpetuating and recapitulating the most misanthropic of idiocies.
So he had a ghostwriter?
What’s next? A freaking ghostliver? While you’re at it, add to that a ghosteater. A ghostsleeper. A ghostthinker. Ghostlover. Ghostdreamer. Ghosteverything. Just bare ghosts.
I want a beautiful ring from you.
With rare stones and diamond encrusted too. Are flowers too much to ask? Or maybe just chocolates, 'cos I might be moving too fast.
My dreams are made of kisses and cuddles
And nightmares of no Mrs and toddles Reality is altered in a carbonated fizz But I’m torturously lonely in this vivid whizz A bizness man is what I dream to be To be distracted from the love that you have for me You claim to love me so dearly But will you leave me one day seemingly seamlessly I’m 28, but 18 seems so miles away Thoughts of you got me feeling like (it was) yesterday Only to live everyday like it was my last (to)day With fingers crossed for dates on a Saturday Waking up has me questioning my existence and hopes of a better ‘morrow With gold, myrrh, and some kissing in To never have, and always yearn for more I always dream for another me One with love, respect, sense of dignity Pushing me to a better me Beyond the ‘mares, dreams, but in reality.