I'm modest in a sense hiding my face behind this fence
Talent I've got ; unspoken words of truth just put 25 cents in the slot My eyes are showing, the factor of why you know my soul, I put it in these words no matter if they coldDiscovering this extreme mold it's falling in place however I still fall flat on my face I'm even getting the shakes Something paralyzed it won't connectFrom body to mind and even the heart Like a ps3 the disk won't readThe connection fuzzy, wrinkled staticky and shriveled Mis leaded its fizzled No signal.... for the universe has spoken flat line What was expressed has me choking sharp shooter status silent death, Are you joking? no black ops no assassin creed No nba 2013 shooting from the threeI'm fighting the fight this is my life No comedy!!
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Soul_seeker103
look backIm noticing a msissin piece
Living with me Didnt quite see so i had to look at my past history You wasnt to blame my behaviors alone took shame Am i really that bad as i make myself seem Today i looked back motivation used to be the key Living faithfull to me Children came to play daily living is to blame No longer feeling the same, trying to get back to that place Dam am i really that fake smiling at you what would i do if the shoe was reversed Living with this curse im subdued to my desires I complain of whats not fair playing truth or dare with no truth so i dare Myself to be more of a women to be true Looking back i had that virtue onc...  |
My lifeI'm modest in a sense hiding my face behind this fence Talent I've got ; unspoken words of truth just put 25 cents in the slot My eyes are showing, the factor of why you know my soul, I put it in these words no matter if they coldDiscovering this extreme mold it's falling in place however I still fall flat on my face I'm even getting the shakes Something paralyzed it won't connectFrom body to mind and even the heart Like a ps3 the disk won't readThe connection fuzzy, wrinkled staticky and shriveled Mis leaded its fizzled No signal.... for the universe has spoken flat line What was expressed has me choking sharp shooter status silent death, Are you joking? no black ops no assassin creed No nba 2013 shooting from the threeI'm fighting the fight this is my life No comedy!! |
Is it what it seemsLack of Communication is septic Seeing each other's views are imperative Arguments are hectic strenuous and repetitive your no longer receptive Photographs are misconceptions Can we get the love back all the connections Nothing is what it seems there are rips at the seam once pieced together living in a dreamVisions of wanting to be free burdens of the burdened not letting me seeFreedom is it really what it seemsIndividuality is expected in order to keep me and achieve Partnership is not easy let's try and be easy My mouth is greasy slipping words that cut like a knife in order to win this fight Your points are not valid excuses are not solid the more I think of it ur less of a challenge This battles a war I expect more My feeling are valid no longer can I ignore We should be throwing rocks by the seashore Instead we throwing rocks at each other glass house We both need to watch our... |