Idk
Taste of words written for those who listen
Forked tongues taste the better juice
Yet feel the harsher fate when plates are filled
With poison problems
forked tongues will engorge
with mediocrity and acts of simplicity
To suffice themselves stupid
Docile is the newest dance move
Most of you know it by heart
the hands of the abscent minded
The arms of all lost art
Desire seeming deceiving
Seeing everything you've ever wanted
Intangible dreams
produce
Manifestation Queens
Feet fuel me forward
to the door of destinations
Finding my face again
Patience with important paces
Places appear forever changing
Together with my thoughts I'm not alone here
Fear is a mask failure wears to fight u
The eyes of your enemy are your own despite you
Flowers fall after it rains its blue
The sun peaks thru the clouds
silhouettes the shapes and hues
Counting all the pieces of floating particles
Floating weightlessly in the air spectacular
Unimaginable number counted gazing and astounded
Wondering past realms of ones existence
Escaping the bonds of brainwashed bullchet
Releasing the grip on the chain of no choice
Finding the medium of the choas in ur voice
Truth is never trivial, trial tested truth
Decievers truth is tailored
fit for ones selfish use
Copyright © Kelsey Skabelund | Year Posted 2017
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