indite my insights emotions caught in my windpipe journaling makes it easier label my pain a distinct kind not a single tear shed when the king died sinking into the riptide giving myself some time to grow, to show all my tremors to know, Monroe, angel feathers
Some days feel my strength returning Have hope I will be happy once more But other days harder than ever Heartache rippling through my core Memories my bittersweet escape Just wish things could be how they were before...
Some people can't understand. Some people don't understand yet. And some people refuse to understand. But just like it's not your job to prove people wrong, the burden doesn't fall on you to make them understand. Focus on the people who do support you and understand. Because you should never have to defend how you live your life.
Enjoy the madness, its Mortemer's dance! Swishing and turning its not wishy-washy, Slashing and cutting the shapes! Oh lord the shapes! Slicing and spinning then boom! Red confetti. Look at him go in his marvelous trance! Spinning and cutting the dance spins in circles as the audience cries 'now do the slip and slide!' So he slides in real slow now he's in his mojo He's feeling himself as he's breaking it down. Its him and himself in his spotlight lit solo, A pool of composure for his one final flourish; A swish and a slit, moves never seen before. The big grand finale and the crowd goes bananas! There's roses on roses, they pile on the stage! Mortemer's touched by such lovely affection from a crowd of individuals with no connection. He'll lie on the stage and soak up the praise. His roses smell sweet, and his roses are plenty.
I don't know where did I go wrong or lie why did you leave and what made you believe that I betrayed when it was my life I layed for your eyes to see that I'm not like any but you were like all promising timers while stopping our calls happily choosing a life without my dullness my brokenness my issues my doubts you did not trust me enough but you took me for someone who wasn't tough so I write this verse last blessing last curse 4 years of confusion and control calculatitive goals I tell you this I don't miss you or your bookshelf-self untitled ice-cube bonds or anything else our talks our walks our texts our interests my dull your bright your voice my fight my guilt my pride your scars you hide.
For some, the world is black, white, and gray. For some, the world may be gay. For some, it can be hard To find a reason to stay. For some, the world is big. For others, it's small. For some, the world has a billion people. And for others, there aren't many people at all. For some, faith and love for God Can get them through the darkest days Some have other ways to cope. Whatever world you live in, It's one and the same. Your world, my world, the world, They all exist on the same planet With the same name: Earth
Everyone is someone In some way, shape, or form. And everyone has been through hell Or survived a storm. Some made it out better than others. Some didn't make it out at all. Some were thanked for their bravery By immortalizing their names on walls But even if their names Aren't on display for the world to see, Everyone has someone live in their hearts. Even you and me.