As Often As Anyone Else

How often do shadows cry And if they do This means like us they feel to How often do whereabouts dispose of their founders The emptied hands pivoted gruesome To only expire before you lose them This is why my eyes cry Late night movies Midnight hours, how do you spend them When letters feel “ no need to reply” To where do we send them A curious mind in eye sight A figure taunted The difference in people is “Don’t let your personality dye” Flesh wounds appear the same Determination’s found in change Could you spare me some change A course of new events Hand prints on the face of cement Try not to take life out of context “I’ll be home soon” Read his final text History is somewhat of a vex Sort of a temporary fix A day, a age, that some of us miss How do you become a person Or exhibit the features of everyday people Minus the wars, the battles, the ether Trouble awaits For those of us who refute Similar choices brought About in this place of being Bloggers are subsequent to ignorance Just the lack of reading Express’s the true meaning of being for real The objective to live and protect yourself Minus the kill Sometimes glory comes as a steal Did you think love was beautiful Black coffee, cigarette buds A raspy voice from a figurine with seductive cuticles A slice of pie Banana’s and caramel On top of our lie Apart of me is fiction And some of you is true A journal Do you commit yourself to unfulfilled comments Did you dust your hands off Wash your face and forget to accept the necessary compliments If I’m shady then you weren’t around Too far gone, dancing in the sun Musically you love the violin Sympathetically you can’t sing without the gin