Fix me

Hold my hands, I’ve been hurt

With you I try to flirt

But it just brings up past experiences, just a whole bunch of dirt

It makes me think about all the times they tried to get under my skirt

But that’s not the worst part, my patience is running short

All I ever wanted was love, but all they did was play with my heart

And even like that I never gave up, torn but hoping for a new start

Love me entirely, part by part, admire my beauty like fine art

Hold my hands, I need your support

I’m an introvert, because I always get hurt…

They promise to love me and then fall short

I’m counting on you as my last resort

Broken Cassette

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I thought we were moving ahead

But I see you’re now full of regrets

So many things you left unsaid

I thought this love was set

But you sit there with your cigarette

You reject me, you neglect me

Your silence torments me

You promised you’d never forget me

But I see the love decreased to a very small percentage

Can we reset

Or should I take your actions as a threat

Nervously I sweat

And I sweat you

And I upset you

We met long time ago

Been getting mixed emotions from long time ago

Legit feels like a broken cassette

The repeated regrets

You took my feelings and chewed them

And then left me in debt

Spell

You can hurt me

tell me lies

you can bruise me

but you can never hate me

there’s no reason

I treated you right every season

I tamed all your demons

you think I triggered them

truth is I controlled them

once I was gone

they grew

do you not see

I planted your seeds

your focus was elsewhere so you didn’t see

I built it

you killed it

you blamed me, always trying to frame me

but we both know without me

your flames are shame

I tried to help you

you withheld

but somehow never forgot how to yell

you thought you had me under some sort of spell

but little did you know I was the fucking spell

Dull Moment

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Solitude penetrated at the wrong time

circumstances took a toll

tears printed in the corners of his perfectly big eyes

he is hurting inside

bowing his head down

his heart is up in flames

he feels so much shame

of the man he became

he wishes she came

his mind currently incomprehensible

he misses her touch so much

his feelings are currently struck

he feels like he is stuck, he lost his luck

he blames himself

he promised her infinite love

now he feels shoved

in a shrinking state

it became an everyday obstacle

he can’t get it through his skull

why he feels so dull

he now knows he loves her

but she didn’t stick around to wait

and it was too late

In Lotus Pose

in lotus pose

Sick of his shit

she sits there and licks her soft lips

trying to voice her thoughts

she wants him to specify

why he became so dry

purposely made her cry

why he seemed more interested in her thighs

she has a reliable soul

she keeps it cool but sometimes the pain is undeniable

such a lovable soul

but instead of loving it, you wanted control

to take her whole and dig her in a hole

you have love at home

but you’re out in the streets loving the poles

she took a poll

everyone voted that you didn’t love her

everyone began to notice, the way you denied her

she sits in lotus pose

surrounded by cycles of breath

wondering if this love has come to its death

Big Time

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Between fictitious dreams

and a humanized reality

I’m fucked up big time

messed up indications

can’t tell what’s real from fiction

I’ve awakened big time

it’s time for an electrical vibe

one hard to describe

one they can’t prescribe

My thought patterns were messed up big time

my brain was growing adhesions big time

some kind of mental prison

it clouded my vision big time

You can either lose or you can win big time

you’ll commit a mental crime or you can climb big time

Executed

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Again executed

assassinated by his words

the truth can explain how he would frame her

the summary is an amusement

a product of a masterpiece which soon became accidents

strictly reproducing the unknown

the design of a woman

but with a soul quick to be exposed, disposed

this artificial look of kindness

it was an act

these visitation of the awakened

indeed, a guide to analyze a point

that without expected changes

without the attentiveness and humanity

she must not lend her precious time

shared out of loneliness

attracting passing fools

she thought she planned out everything thoughtfully

but somehow remained hidden in darkness

despite her disturbing love to loneliness

all her thoughts slowly started becoming into nothingness

rebellious and deprived

her scars and experiences embodied her