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Twisted

it's like having a party
with no one showing up
or having a party
with everyone throwing up
a change in the atmosphere
or apart of growing up
.......... there comes a time in yo'life
........... when you wake up
............ or shit in yo'life
............. begins to break up
.......... & you get soO mad
...... you wanna just shake it up !!!!!!!!
Take the dice
n roll it up
done paid the toll
now express yo'soul
and no..
this ain't no pick up
so stop with the stick up
just a goal
to open up
a hickup
in yo'chest
you can't seem to get rid of
so sick n so tired
but realize the fire
that burns from the insides
a dire necessity
yearning in simplicity
be tired from
§erendipity ~ ~ ~
all at once
it's hitting me
and i dont know
which way to go
all i know is
how to protect
and perfect my mistakes
show love n do whatever it takes
provide a decent path
guide in the rigt direction
and don't worry
lil' one
my wrath is devine
like a bath after wine
intertwined in every section
and i'm shy for my own protection
...................

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  • wmike145
    June 25, 2007

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    mmm hmmm

    Two lines stuck out:

    perfect my mistakes

    and

    shy for my own protection

    Where's that super raw ish I love hearing from you Heart? I know you got it in you!


    • Hearta
      June 25, 2007
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      i think with everything i'm going through i've been really humbled lately.. to the point where i'm losing my mojo (or how i've been wording it lately)...

      i put up a good front - but deep down i'm hurting, i've only learned how to supress shit and put it aside, and become numb to it. but ever since my break up i haven't been able to write like i used to. and without love - i have no muse.. i'm afraid. i'm starting to realize i possibly wrote so much as an outlet (while in my relationship) i wasn't happy and we were together for so long, it was like second nature.. but lately i'm almost speechless and empty. i hate the feeling.

      it's like i traded something valuable (ie: my writing) for my relationship to end, that make sense? ... thanks for reading, and commenting. i'm glad those 2 lines stuck out to you... the 2nd one especially - stands out for me too.