I've wasted 3
I've wasted 3
and it feels like 300
tonnes on my heart
breaking into pieces because im not yet strong enough to hold on without a receipt
and it should be too
for going back is not an option now
i must focus
i must consider
that i am alone in this
I am very along in this
no texts, no phones, no smiles, no fakeness, no hidden attributes of a stolen moment in time
a stolen golden of rhyme
no one else
just I
I wanted...
I wanted so many things
cluttered in my mind
I couldnt choose from any of them
but now all i want is
to change
and i never usually change
so i must change
I
am
not wasting more
ever
for people judge you
and use you
and forget you
for people laugh at you
and put their concepts in your page
write on you
scribble their attitude
highlight your pain
for people take you..for granted
before they even know your feelings
who you are?
No.
I understand now
I understand that I must fend for this
and die for this
this is my own drama
this is my own series
this is my own love and heartbreak
I must be proud
what do I want to get even?
what do I want to suppress my anger?
It is not drowning into waters of my dreams
It is not getting saved by them either
It's ....
entering into an african sunset
coming through doors wooden with the ancient memories of my grandmothers approval
its wearing black and blue , bruised but cruised with industrial destiny
its thinking of God as your friend, as your only true love
you are doing this for heaven
for paradise
its breaking peoples voices by your silence
its believing in what you want
praying for it like you know
like you know
its a part of you
no matter what happens
always by your side
its waking up in the morning
and washing your face with african sunrise
for its the only remedy
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When you touch a girl, you touch her soul
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