Let Me Tell You SUMTHIN
You don't come to me opening access to your feeling.
I sleep wide-eyed to process these faults.
Midnight comes slowly to me
I gyrate fear as I wait for the beginning to walk by.
(I don't end very well)
Buildings are ruined the day I decided to erase all emotions.
people don't live in remnants. But I play childhood games in wasteland
The mush inside my concrete-like rib cage is made to block those efforts
in selling me wasted alphabets.
You don't know the dent I have been through.
I descend the rhyme when celebrating all promises that are destroyed.
I don't heal well.
I'm out of norms to sell.
You don't wake up with me feeling pretty.
I'm there filling you only to bury my profanity.
I have given you a choice the minute I opened my eyes
while you planted long kiss.
Cause its not in the way I knock five times before somebody comes to the door
But more in the way I leave soonest somebody opens them.
copyright Ipong
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