I can't do it. Lord knows we never chose it, I choose to hand you happiness on a silver platter with roses. I choose to be a user of drugs only produced by you dear. Your breath leaves your body so it ought to be apart of me, you not in my life...I'm sorry, I can't let it be...one sided love story, where two people would stand normally...I choose to take a stand and demand that I have more of thee. I love you not. Neither would I die for you, but right now you have my heart...and that way, I cannot lie to you. I lie in bed night. As you do in yours, difference is, you're asleep, your mind is too...mine is at war. I'm convicted with conflictions of parts in mind where I'm kissing you, but lo' and behold the lows in my life see me missing you. Should I shout it out, bellow to the crowd, that you're the queen of my heart? Or should I let my heart beat, because my heartbeat speaks and I consider that loud. You have me.When you giggled as I spoke. If your love had hands, it has me by the throat. I hate to gloat. Love is all I'll know 'till I'm 6 feet deep, or a beggar within the streets...or the moment our lips meet. It feels like I can't just stop thinking about you..so please help me out and don't allow me to.
-#PaperChaseMemoirs-
Friday, 17 May 2013
Friday, 10 May 2013
Androgynous Mindset
Exclusive, elusive I take your word as intrusive. I am the bullet you shoot with, I am the mind that you think with-the eye that you blink with, I am the odd that is now even, respect my demons, angels respect the seeds in my semen. The Light is beaming as I consume the darkness before me, but what came before me ordinarily caused me to do things that made us all bleak-do we seek-do we seek understanding? Repenting? Are we forgetting that love lost within the devil, is what we letting level...
...our hearts, art, set apart. I am what I am, if this is what it is, then what makes me a man. Without a plan it wouldn't be worth it to understand...but life is the plan...and nobody understands. While I palm the world...death is at hand.
-#PaperChaseMemoirs-
...our hearts, art, set apart. I am what I am, if this is what it is, then what makes me a man. Without a plan it wouldn't be worth it to understand...but life is the plan...and nobody understands. While I palm the world...death is at hand.
-#PaperChaseMemoirs-
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