Let’s get genuine.
ya dig
The passion that people present or obtain isn’t always good or factual. To share passion is hard and not always straightforward for most people. You have to appear passion in the eyes before you can award it away.
I know I haven’t gazed in passion eyes.
I’m too terrified and my eyes are wound from life and what my I eyes see everyday.
*strained eyes
*red eyes
*tried eyes
*baggie eyes
Possible pink eyes.
Dry eyes is what I have …..Eyes!
Eyes with no voice or story. Eyes! That when you gaze in them you see nothing but decomposing dreams and passion. Passion that you dare not discover nor seek for, its hard to refund passion that been used and abused
(Unwanted and thrown away)
(Lied to and never loved)…yet you hungry to receive.
I extremely dislike destroying my feelings that I feel when there present, nor do I want to misplace them in the stuggle. When you fight for love and passion you’re falling for yourself and the end of whats keeping you alive. Hold on tight to what means the world to you and your heart forth more your senses. Those who fight never succeed. You must fight your heart away in tell your heart is shaking on the ground screaming for your love.
YOUR LOVE.
Yet it still dies from all the pain you caused it. Dreadfully suffering for you and the disappears that drowns me at your feet. The brokenness of shame that’s in the atmosphere….kills. Kills passion that burns in your veins.
I can’t breath!
Must I breath?
Must I live without you?
I must!soooooooooo
So I can be free from sorrow and disappointment.
I want to be free.
FREE to go and run…run anywhere and everywhere I please! Free from you isn’t what I want but must get free. It’s a must, it’s a need. It’s a desire. I want you and I need you. You’re a want a NEED and a desire.
ya dig
The passion that people present or obtain isn’t always good or factual. To share passion is hard and not always straightforward for most people. You have to appear passion in the eyes before you can award it away.
I know I haven’t gazed in passion eyes.
I’m too terrified and my eyes are wound from life and what my I eyes see everyday.
*strained eyes
*red eyes
*tried eyes
*baggie eyes
Possible pink eyes.
Dry eyes is what I have …..Eyes!
Eyes with no voice or story. Eyes! That when you gaze in them you see nothing but decomposing dreams and passion. Passion that you dare not discover nor seek for, its hard to refund passion that been used and abused
(Unwanted and thrown away)
(Lied to and never loved)…yet you hungry to receive.
I extremely dislike destroying my feelings that I feel when there present, nor do I want to misplace them in the stuggle. When you fight for love and passion you’re falling for yourself and the end of whats keeping you alive. Hold on tight to what means the world to you and your heart forth more your senses. Those who fight never succeed. You must fight your heart away in tell your heart is shaking on the ground screaming for your love.
YOUR LOVE.
Yet it still dies from all the pain you caused it. Dreadfully suffering for you and the disappears that drowns me at your feet. The brokenness of shame that’s in the atmosphere….kills. Kills passion that burns in your veins.
I can’t breath!
Must I breath?
Must I live without you?
I must!soooooooooo
So I can be free from sorrow and disappointment.
I want to be free.
FREE to go and run…run anywhere and everywhere I please! Free from you isn’t what I want but must get free. It’s a must, it’s a need. It’s a desire. I want you and I need you. You’re a want a NEED and a desire.
The one you want near is the one you want around.
Around as in there?
Observe not what’s near but what’s near is far. What ever happened was never meant to happen yet your still absent-mined about what happened when it never occured. To explain the past is to die and came back with one leg three arms and one eye.
Isn’t worth it.
The present is the further yet the past was never there. I’m Imprisonment with you not being there or near my side. We are a system that is an envelope which is disorganized.
Life is death waiting to happen.
Around as in there?
Observe not what’s near but what’s near is far. What ever happened was never meant to happen yet your still absent-mined about what happened when it never occured. To explain the past is to die and came back with one leg three arms and one eye.
Isn’t worth it.
The present is the further yet the past was never there. I’m Imprisonment with you not being there or near my side. We are a system that is an envelope which is disorganized.
Life is death waiting to happen.
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