He has this goddess that resemble the breezy sky just within her eyes And a soul that melts poison Every second being a blessing Never a day of bad dressing And the only **** thing he cares about is what is between her thighs This is a trope that should be gone Stop putting up with guys like this You will thank yourself in the long run
Views, words and set rules. Time has befriended me yet I have no time for anything. Resting. Soul has searched and found nothing. “Our souls have long bonded before our bodies met.” Cling to that hope, string of regret. Soon or not…life will begin. Stamped under society’s sin, Has there been a vision of a better love. Connected beyond what we’ve been taught. Pave these paths to suite our walks still to be covered. Dreams to be recovered, leave behind. The clones looking forward to the “to happen.” Why then do they have eyes aglow with questions. Pre-requsit of past mistakes they’ve imprinted themselves on my decisions. Correct the false generations. Exhausted by the dawns of more downs. These upset frowns, mistaken for unknown smiles. Taken miles to revolutionise these minds. No where near the assigned soul. Gauge out centres of my gold. No return it feels, cheap thrills. What a stony journey, Breezy by and sweeping away reality. Have we still got the trust instilled, Is He still enthroned, why then do times keep us so constantly disturbed. No more entrance nor exists… When his beauty drown this sadness. Why has so much of me been robbed? Swapped by weary and exhausted pieces held together by hope. So much sense has been polluted, Left hallow and un-rooted. Abundantly blessed and grateful for the joys. Seamed together with blinding glows.