I cant help but read between the lines, I cant help but hear the silent music, pregnant inside the rhymes, waiting to be birthed, while it quietly grows, as the passing time, inside heads even i dont know, but that is how it goes, and ill break the fourth wall here yo, watch me lose everything ive written again, only for the world to be smitten when, it comes from the mouth in front of the mind of another, I am the father, and they are the mother, The child comes from the seed, a product of my need, to release these words that would make me bleed, so im can be all look at me look at me without cutting myself in large crowds, i joke i jest, this is only a halfway to confess, the life i dont lead anymore, this is what my new life allows. written while listening to:
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 20:05:55 +0000
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