Sick N Uffing Tired
Sitting here looking at alota the same things as before in others, past bytches n past lovers, even with words but I do things for u too, trust when it's hard n love when I thought I can't, be true n any opportunity of blues I throw away to the wolves with hooves to smash into trash before even stunting me n u, but I sit back gotta think first before I move, because I might do something that wld behoove u to be treacherous too, I love hard n that I show daily, n barely am I bearing the burden of jealousy, but as I let u get away with pet p's n u let me chill like a sea breeze, I wait to see what's next, because it's seeming that there's always something next, to vex, before we both can be clear about the depth, of this love, one love, one God one sky, one heart boarded up n fortified, open up for what?.....I'm thinking u that's y, so I'll sit here in silence because it's better than opening my mouth more times than not, .....peace
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