My styles is heartless these teenage years having started this the whole world holding me down like a hostage I finally lost it I need to end it so I can leave this flipped out world and stop getting splifted my mind stay lifted off this knowledge I hold off them days of being fake and trying to be bold trying to be cold trying to crack that hold of this bad present life that's trying unfold. and until my death im a try and decode that code that hold people stupid as they grow old walk the streets with they mind not open but closed basic instructions before leaving earth finally story to be told peep it evil always reenters the heart Earth I was told the key to life is knowledge but all eyes is closed drugs fights and money is the clip that we load cause your mind is a gun empty the clip and reload be a leader and don't you take that road behind bars in pain and now paying the toll. working hard in a cage just to get that blow like serving fiends like a plow when you push that snow.still serving cane with a cane if you get that old. huh
Nothing more fulfilling then stopping my day just to write and show I care.
As busy as I always am a few hours for you is just a droplet of time.
Time well spent, time well deserved, so much time it takes cause I take my time.
Something that could be done in minutes takes days
Something that should last for years could end
So I take my time to write and then write once again
for the proof in my words
to ensure that those droplets are the truth and my words
Are at its most adequate and accurate Response.
Yes the Missive to the Miss's
Such droplets become ponds and from ponds to rivers that flow like the tears that will rage down my face from speaking in someway that I never trully meant.
All because the mood I was in.
Please forgive me for all those days of being Short.
Why yes I speak in a domesticated state in fear.
My knowledge is limited to what I was taught
I don't ask no questions Sacred Cow
Surely my sentence I will sign in ignorance
because you have in favor my best interest
13 years no need to explain with my limited brain
Yes I know nothing I'm empty
Come now with your agnotology
Don't worry I'm not a actor
and my intelligence is not a factor
I do yes its true yes I am sheepish
Freakish even creepish I believe sex is love
but this is the norm I had to conform
My stupidity is attractive like clay and this is the way
My royalties is the royalty engraved in my DNA
So no matter your compulsion
I remain pious.
This is my life
I smile when I am angry
I refuse to frown
This is my life
and it wont let me down
I found the beauty in the adornment
of that in which was made to be adorned.
surely beauty is beyond the vision of the eye
This is my life
My way my path
My choice to live without wraft
to remain worry free
What must I do to prove I'm capable of Love. Capable of loving deserving of the chance for sentiment.
Sentiment from a relationship of moral, indeed an oath isn't only oral.
I will put in the work yes I'm willing to work for what I desire. Let us let the qwerty keys be enough, as our words become bound to our hearts and the papers in which we said "I Do" for.
Yes I will do more cause our relationship should be ours and none should have claim over it.
Am I capable?
I've decided that questioning this fact confirms my incompetence.
Love is unmistakable from sight to feel but we still question is it real?
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