Let me just be honest with you,
writing this down and thinking it through
****, I **** up
No I didn't **** up
****, I **** up
There my be rhyme or some reason
but the ones you loved should be banned from treason
and yet here i am breathing
while she holds her breath praying I'm seeing
I don't see all that well.
Writing a poem, reading a book, this is my hell.
From experience I most certainly well
This either ends great or he or she's going to break.
The optics of illusion need to be focused.
Not bred in us for lazy purpose.
****, this is my mistake.
She doesn't even ask for something simple as a birth cake.
And this is the girl I'm throwing away?
What has she done to deserve this fate?
Who am I to behave this way?
I know that I must pay for my mistakes.
But know that at my core, my heart beat harder when beat yours
I can't stop what is coming. The table's are turned and the question of me is finally asked:
Now, what are you going to do?
I am not sure if comprehension can be achieved in this reading. But this is how I have been feeling.
I don't know what the **** all of it was completely. It is a completely different style lending more towards a story telling nature that I haven't played with, and since I am currently ******* it makes it meaningful to get it out meaningfully.
