RESERVATIONS
The most beautiful soul I know
Tormented and destructive
Both Pushing pushing pushing
Never deserving of the abuse
Reservations
Too say no would be a lie
They say it over and over
Said I love u
the one who abused
The suprise was I love u too whispered quietly so as not to hear
What's said can't be erased
Now how do I stop them from what they say
Reservations, reservations
Know no other way than to give 114%
In person feelings of reciprocation flood
To follow the heart or follow brain
I.d.k. hopefully I dont destroy this beautiful thing
And it's the ending happy 4 me
Reservations, reservations, reservations
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WorthlessP.O.S.14
Nothing to tell just a figment of this reality floating amongst the the chaos we call life as we wander aimlessly hoping we are meant for more yet ever proving we as individuals mean nothing without a better half long lost to the abyss we call our society. Fuck it the shadows say im not meant for here and have been fighting the inevitable demise of my earthly form for years I need to be with my people, its home, this life is pain, heartache, and disappointment the next has to be better.
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