Like the ocean I swim in
With the water of uncertainty
I tend to swim in the deep end

Like forest I build my log cabin
With the logs of grieve
I tend to live in the center

Like the mountains I climb
With the stone of a brokenhearted girl
I climb never to the top

Like beach I gaze over
With the air as hope
I tend to drown in the breezy days

Like home I live in
With the building blocks of compete
I tend to like the most

The music roused something in me
That was asleep for so long
Every note of the song made me a traitor
A cheater, a hateful turncoat
For I thought myself impervious
To such lowly tempations of men
But in my hubris, I forgot of my flesh
That makes as falliable as any of them.

And to remember the time my heart belonged to her
She of caramel eyes and flowing brown hair
Holding my heart in so tight a grip
The beating of drums ******* that of what she held
My mind filled the void the distance between us made
As my lips craved hers to kiss
But in a frenzy, kisses turn to passions unbound
To make every inch of her mine, in her body to drown
To her undrapped form, a moment lost in time
The symphony of our ****** filled the air of night.



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And now, temperance has taken hold
And a new love, her place
And while I love her indeed, exciment in life
It seems to have... Faded away
The love I thought my beloved has
Isn´t wholly her own
So long as the music plays I fear
My desires bubble and tumble
To give in to my lust.

It's like everyone is screaming 'cause they don't wanna seem crazy,
Needing to be heard, yearning in mind - but body's lazy
We think too much, hurt so much, then just get super hazy.
Then wondering why we don't do what we wanna do on the daily.

Show up, clarify your needs, and get your dreams made
You're the only one who can do the work  to get paid
Does the universe have to sound the alarm like an air raid?
Or are you too busy dickin' around tryna get laid?

There's nobody I know that wants to navigate social situations
Emotional labour is one of the heaviest on our patience.
Looking around, we're searching for our next tempations.
Huffing about saying we're deserving of our remunerations.

Some times Ds get degrees - fiddy dat, yo.
And Fs are just a sign that learning comes slow.

All imposters in our out mind
nothing but a soul's bind
searching outside you won't find
what truly appeases the grind

all the expectations from being such a filthy ****** with a design-thinker's mind my whole life. I will never appease the beast inside, but at least I'm submitting for her approval now instead of the run-and-hide.

u are bad decisions disguised in tempations.