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Caleb Smith May 2020
You gone work it out
             after all, this is a weight game
Be PATIENT for all time highs
             meanwhile, vibing to all time lows
Might make yourself a bellionaire
             after all, being broke can make you RICH
                        being broke can make you FIXED
So find beauty in the climb BEFORE the peak
When they say it’s gonna work out
             they meant it’s gonna exercise your belief
The heart must get it’s reps as well
                        so don’t stop til the set’s complete
Bellionaire is not a typo, it's a Jon Bellion reference.
Gaius Normanyo Dec 2016
I arrived too late to love,
Yet got there just in time to see it pass me by.
“Bye." I can never say it.
I never let go. I don't know if I ever will.
Will power. I need more before lethargy sets and turns me upside down.
Down. An All Time Low. A record on the lowest point, but I know it gets better.
Better off getting it out than it rattling in my brain this late.
Late...
I arrived at the conclusion that it will never be too late to love.
1:01 PM, 12/10/16 - 1:01 AM, 12/17/16
Tristan Dec 2014
Holy verses in her kiss
She was your bible
You found nature in her lips
Her love was tribal
She gave purpose to your hips
Your soul's revival

Such a hopeful Eve
But the apple let you down

She played you fast, used her whip
No slow recital
You waited for her to call in
But no arrival
For your own safety, fled the strip
Your own survival

Gave it up for her
But only just to let you down
Now you want to run wild

Your heart's been dragged from left to right
Your soul's in limbo
To suffocate your open mind
She closed the window
And now revenge is in your eyes
You cannot win though

Such a hopeful Eve
But the apple let you down

In bed, replace the broken lies
But keep the pillow
Fill up the space between your thighs
Empty crescendo
Pleasure and pain become your life
Your special syndrome

Gave it up for her
But only just to let you down
And now you want to run wild

Now you want to run wild.
A song by Jon Bellion, edited slightly for my own ideas

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