sometimes love can be evil but don't get discouraged don't blame all us people deceitful to trust and be mad when it's lost you are the giver taker and receiver you make your losses and you chance your tosses until you are dead you are your own believer your own lovely keeper no maids for your mess you are the only sweeper use swiffer be swifter don't sniffle don't fall don't let the dust get in your cracks on the wall hang up some paintings a picture or four each of your memories stick them in drawers no room for bad company kick out remorse open their door vacuum the floor clear out your vents and make way for what's more spring cleaning is fun isnt clutter a bore? not knowing what's here, and never getting much more
I have a thought that tickles down my soul bank of thoughts. It's a thought that dilutes all the sweet taste of all I thought. One that gaols the psyche and maneuver in the midst of all my anxiety.
I would have uttered it to my close companion, but the thoughts of being ridiculed consistently quenched out the desire to communicate.
Can I find a pure one who can listen and not tell the world my greatest fear? The dependent one is but an atom in the midst of particles. I need to dig deep till I find one who can bear my world with me.
Dig deeper, you'll need to dig a little deeper, a little longer and harder to reach this heart.
You'll need to be strong and have great stamina to reach what you're looking for.
But keep digging, it'll be worth it in the end. I just have a hard exterior baby, please don't give up.
Once you've reached that cold heart of mine, you'll need to stay to warm it up. It's been lonely and cold for far too long. Once you get this cold heart of mine warmed up; It'll return every ounce of love and time you've put into it.
I'll return all the love you've ever given me and more. You just gotta start digging.