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+`+`Three Weeks And Two Days`+`+
After all these lessons, I've crossed the line of immaturity Eyes are open, nothing is sugar coded. Cold blooded. The almighty gives me a taste of divine inconvience. I hesitate but then I lean forward I see there's more to life, I realize inner-right my friends, superficial stereotypes. Be on top and look below to see who we are. as if we're an infatured star. But why just a taste, what was the reason to be teased. I ask myself did this just occur, was it all a faded blur? Lord No. As you know I'm a mere mortal of sand, How can I indure this fuckin pain? This awkward feeling occurs in my stomach. it then works its way to my heart, it eats it away, I am now left with knowledge of give and take. After all these 18 years of hate I awake. Just the span of 3 weeks and two days
~Aruj |
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