I hate thinking because then you start to fucking hate everything
It sucks pushing away feelings your whole life
Feelings of anything because you had to grow up fast while others had a better time
I had to grow up fast
You don’t understand
whats in the foot
and suddenly stepped on the seed
the burr starts to grow and mold
Times in my mind
been thinking of weeds
You make me better, you make it easy
before the kisses
even the voice
or thought of you
is as juicy and sweet
i sing a song for you baby
It breaks me to hear how others call others
No one hardly ever asks
or even gives a second thought
i am happy when we can all be together
but the waves knock me over
till even the petty thought of acknowledgement
is past my time again
Excitement of changing-
experiencing some new air
You have me so use me wisely, because most of the time I’m forgotten in the bottom
Bitter I may be and fresh, thumb my head till I shed even.
Zesting perfectly till you can taste me again.
I wish I could sleep
To the dews perspective lasts
And travels to end
Dreams of how wrong it is to dream
Over and under my head just keeps thoughts warm
Never deny what you don’t see
Because murmurs in your sleep don’t compare
In a state of unconsciousness is the peaceful reminder
Not only can you breathe
But I can too
Finally the sun fades in the summer heat
It is out of the question how day is night
Let me know about your day and I’ll tell you about mine
Words are inside out and upside down between teeth and finger
I am tired and so are you, we sleep
Having seen your face brought something than another
Over the time and over the days it never got old
Leading and lending the quiet and exchanges of you and me
Left and looked lovelier than life
I knew that meeting you was finding the clean air to breathe
Everything found a place in time
Now that I am here
It seems unacknowledged
My perfections are thousandfolds of triggers
Something to be made stupid and incoherent-
Am I incoherent?
Glances are tokens to everlasting,
And sweet they taste like sweat from sugar.
Fast as they go, nothing was made of them.
And I can’t tell anymore.
Sentiment is a feast and poison
Something uncontrollable to hunger and fear
I look back.
It used to make me healthy.