I'm getting jacked up on my words slow down your thoughts they're foolish turds life to me is one big addiction face the fact it's all fiction
By Zachary Boulanger5 years ago in Poets
Starting to come through with every single move becoming one again going back home 'cause I can. Find a way to be okay
Instant gratification manipulation word and sorrow calculation what's wrong with the word masturbation? I'm bipolar so what that is true
I have come to a conclusion all amidst this confusion my past is not a tragedy but a thing that's guiding me towards an even greater fate
I got stoned all summer long wondering why I felt so wrong I realised it wasn't me for I found I was always free. I hate the words you use my dear
Redefine each moment of your life. Redefine that perfect wife. Think not with a vision past. Find the One to make You last.
Do not look back in sorrow excuse me could I borrow a pen to simply write my thots* of life that you may have forgot...
Life: Bittersweet. A roller-coaster ain't that neat? My life now moves on as it was: without signs from up above. My words may all seem misconstrued,
Looking back the world seems so clear still a subtle wreck without that girl here. Played a number on my heart it was fun
I have every right to free my past of fear I fear may never pass my lord and saviour spoke at last this ship is huge with one long mast...
I need a hug from up above too bad I never felt true love religion needs to wash its face so we can grow as a human race.
Summer is a state of mind the world revolves on Human Kind find a season to your rhyme that's suitable and soothes your mind.