I don’t know why i don’t listen to myself
I find it often too tiring to be bothersome
Too self-conscious to be blunt
But it never leads me anywhere good
I’ll be lucky if i get out unscathed
I know fully well I push my luck too far each time.
I don’t know why i don’t listen to myself
I find it often too tiring to be bothersome
Too self-conscious to be blunt
But it never leads me anywhere good
I’ll be lucky if i get out unscathed
I know fully well I push my luck too far each time.
tainted thine typed out tryings
verbage together litter a page
what more is there but lesser whats
riffled through and written out
as rejected
over confidence over
rhythm somewhere lost
devices to lie have proven true in their bitter lies
meaning yet means to change
to whatever it meant to matter