stilldon’t ever want the feeling smothered
still cant build up the words
say I love her
chasen lacenWant to know?chasen lacen
The primal simplicity want to taste? Contentment unhindered want to live? Love devoid of lies
don’t search too long spend to much time decipher every line jump at any sign
not trying to crush your candy house dreams
not trying to be
the cynical fiend
im just that man full of pretty words im just that boy full of petty lies im the quintessential male devoid of humility or any other weakness I view as disability
enraptured sighs safety in my eyes.
three strokes to finishI love the game you turbulent people all seeking your answers Oh, the lies you invent to saturate content oh, how I lament pretentiousnessthree strokes to finish
“omnipotent”
apathy never spawns empathy detachment never rewards lavishly words spoken so perfectly weigh heavy with lies lie define truth truth invents reason reasons rationalize condone inequities the contagious kind “evil” multiplies the conundrum spires yet you feel impervious to liquidating fires
I love the game you disposable people I find y
sentence of beautySo deep in this. as I lay and wallowsentence of beauty
thinking of fallow fields reminds me of bitter ills,
know I begrudge you little I take the bulk of blame a tantalizing pain makes me appreciate all that life pertains.
acknowledge, how much we are the same I may appear quite mellow very sober in this work I carry lies well thanks to the time I had to train abilities to change sensitivity to feign responsibility to claim? I will own up to it now
all the misnomers I alluded, affection I diluted with all the flawlessly recited words &nbs
Now Press PlayPause time for a moment and listen to me While we watch tv, vedge on the couch play our video or PC games chillin with friends, maybe or chillin all alone Whatever the case is, whoever you are. I want you to pick up your remote and hit rewindNow Press Play
Now backspace through time until you find the moment you caught his eyes His eyes, or hers. Or theirs. The one The one that changed you. Somehow. Someway.
Everyone has someone who did something to them Made them a man, a women Reminded them they were children, or made them so mad that they
by *Drakenborg
by `blackeri
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"There is no greater evil than men's failure to consult and to consider." - Sophocles' Antigone
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