I'm trying not to embrace the wrong time
You know my actions speak louder than my words ever could
I hold myself back
My self-prevention is nearly self-deprecating.
Almost sweat on my skin
Conveys a fruitful atmosphere
Romance doesn't pain the walls
But can merely be aroused by the inhabitants.
Long sweeps from my paint brush push me away
Denying what my subconscience needs
I'll not satisfy what is prevalent when my mind cannot speak
My slumber does not scream what my actuality does.
Author notes
Battling my mind.
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