Afloat

detayoB
detayoB
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Breath and gasps of my heart through words from my lips,
Misconstrued as the villain depositing into my coffers,
Maybe I am a fool, my neurons wonder,
Would I not be the man that put asunder,
For I know not how to speak, nor do I think cos my heart leads
For the fear of crossing the national red flag, I wonder

Breath and gasps of my heart through words from my lips,
Twisted, downside up, riveting,
Rock the utopia I call home,
For my spirit nor my morals are as pure as my intentions,
My soul hurts at the rebuff of all my mentions.

Breath and gasps of my heart through words from my lips,
Are all the answers I ever seeked,
Purpose and happiness I beseech for you,
But the affairs of my soul dyed with doubt and unable to get through.

Breath and gasps of my heart through words from my lips,
Now I hurt, I pain, eyes red, but still they say he sleeps,
To keep tight to my chest all that is dear,
alas the tighter I pull, the farther you go, I fear

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detayoB

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Accountant, dreamer, Shameful Utopian

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