I'm not running
from time more like
rolling with it / sometimes
I stare into space as if it's
pace I was shackled down
and forced to mimic
Nothing stays the
same time doesn't allow
it / it's processor purposely
slowed moments gradually
digested then realities are
vomited
Y'all not tired
of throwing up?
shit I know I am /
it hurts on the way
up it's sighting just
screams I'm the same
Shit you keep swallowing
Never was one to
brag but I haven't
thrown up in a while /
it may be because I stopped
searching for that perfect
Smile.... Or the fact that
joys been the only reason
for these tears to stick around
I just can't seem to grasp
much now that makes me
frown
My reasons for
going out now is
just to see my niggas
smile / them bright club
lights has been pretty
dim for a while / my
vision of forever is no
longer a sketchy deserted
road that travels for
miles but like a heavenly
built path I love walking
on these clouds
I don't miss
throwing up...
That horrid after
taste..... that forced
expression of disgust
written on your face /
can't remember the
last time I was confused
scrambled thoughts of
what I ate / a situation
so easy to stomach I couldn't
as for a fuller plate..
Believe in time
and soon after it'll
introduce you to its
cousin patience / only
then will you realize
why that empty spot
was always vacant
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