'Bury Me'

I think I’ll Live Forever, honestly. Most things people promise me are broken, so what’s harming me? I got Faith in self ‘cause people believe in dishonesty. I’ll let Karma follow them around and keep doing me.

They say “If you’re not loving, you’re not living”. Well fuck it; BURY ME. It’s a scary place to be but fear can bring a state of clarity. Not to say I’m scared to love but I’m smarter than I use to be. Learn from your mistakes; that’s the point. I study history.

The Victors write their truths regardless of what transpired then, and relationships have endings to which both sides provide the pen. So who’s to say the 2 stories have all the truth and the past glory and not the pain of bitterness to change the entire category?

What was once love is now a sad song. Raindrops replace sunshine now that Love’s gone. Hot passion turns to cold water and what’s worse is that the connection that was once so strong is now severed. 

Yeah, you’re cut off.

No calls, no text. No smiles, no sex. Loneliness sets it and desperation comes next. You thought you’d bounce back but you just put yourself in more trouble. Love sucks, and you ask me why I’m not fucking with it? 

Where’s the shovel..?

Negativity ( Ruined Wonderland )

My mind is fractured like a broken glass. I’m fucking mad. No Hatters in this bitch, burn Wonderland to ash.

Rip the Queen of Hearts apart. Who does Love anyway?  Anyways, I’ll take pleasure over pain in almost any way.

Too much pride to accept the fact I hurt myself. Fuck your help. Help me help you, yourself, and excuse yourself.

I got a ball of negative energy that you’d need Atlas to handle and even he might be overwhelmed by the stature. Really bad thoughts.

Good riddance to inadequate answers and empty pipe dreams about ‘What If’s and ‘How comes’s. Pointless questions, from what I’ve seen. And these eyes aren’t old, so the young can become accustomed to hearing the truth regardless of where it comes from.

 

I don’t hate people but I dislike most of you. Your enemies play their part and your friends choose not to get close with you. That’s why I’ll keep a chosen few, and have a toast or two.  To success or duress, whatever, pass me a bottle.

Now I’m mixing Ciroc, Orange Juice, and Full Throttle like it’s my last day on Earth. Party like it’s no tomorrow. But tomorrow I’ll wake up with the bitterness in my system and a passion for destruction, ambition is in my vision.

I don’t care how you get at me, attention will never limit me. Negativity will forever be a Sin to me. But when Atlas legs buckle, you mo’fuckas in trouble. And you’ll see what happened to Wonderland.

Sing For Me? ( Songstress )

Her voice is the serenade that calms the flames of my soul. Can't quell wildfire with just water. I want her to sing to me, her song is her passion.
 My passion is her reaction to our minds vast attraction.

 Can I keep your attention with pretty words?

Let me be the lyrics of your masterpiece as I kiss your body until you release.

Release control.

  Release all your stress and I'll be the reason you hit the high note.

 You're a star and I just want to bask in your radiance before and after you share your warmth with the world.

They may have you, but I know you.

 They'll tell you, I'll show you.
 So before you go, you're not got yet. So I guess you're still my Songstress.


Sing for me?

Windows to the Soul

There she goes with those eyes again. Oceans of depth that urge even those who can't swim to dive right in. Let me gasp in your gaze--those eyes that invite Sin. Invite Sent. I'll attend twice a night like my minds bent. Deja You, and yet double is just two much.
 Do I trust those eyes and accept those lies?
Maybe observe your smile?
Then you curve your brow. You giggle with intrigue, possibly a splash of lust with that sparkle. Drunk off your smile without a chaser, I let it sink in. Burning sensation in my heart at the situation I'm facing. I want to whispers words of esteemed adoration, yet I mean them only in the moment. Grab your body like I own it.
 Maybe I can pay you in emotion?
 Rent to own?
You think I'm wrong? Right! I think we're grown, right? And you knew your eyes were traps. So your smile was just the bait, so you lured me to your lair in the hopes that we'd relate. Can we date? Can we mate? Is it me or is this fate? Guess I've lost myself and found my prize. As long as I can stare into those eyes.

'Bad Guy' ( Your Opinion )

I'm a terrible person, yeah, a bad guy.
I like offering empty promises to friends and making girls cry.
It's in my mindset to disrupt lives and crush dreams.
Abduct your thoughts and pass them off as my own. That's a ripe scheme.
Put a knife in my hand, I'll back stab you. Assassin shit.
Slit your artery, watch you thrash and shit.
Trust me with any information, that's cool, I'ma tell the world.
Social network your networks. It's slight work. Yeah, I'm fuckin bold.
I take good people and bring them down to suit my needs.
Drag your feelings down and be sure to grab your self esteem.
The absolutely worst kind of person you can envision. A product of bitter thoughts
and poisonous disposition.
I am what you want me to be; the 'bad guy' you mention. But none of this is proven.
It's just all your opinion!!

Hit List

Out of all the things I did miss are the chances that I dismissed. Advantages I gave up, and opportunities I can't list.
Women I loved, I did kiss. I was looking for an Empress.
Am I at fault for lust? Shit. She just made my Hit List.
Love is always hit/miss. I'd rather hit than rush bliss.
She's in love? How would I know? She caught feelings that I didn't throw.
She wanted Summer when I wanted Snow. She brought a hoody and Wheat Timbs, though.
I brought nothing but gave her myself. Guess an overdose of me is hazardous to health.
Guess its my fault I called you tonight. Guess it's my fault I brought Crown Royal and Ice.
It's probably my fault I looked in your eyes, kissed on your neck, and light-stroked your thighs.
It's really might fault I asked to spend the night.
I know really wrong for holding you so tight, asking 'What you like?', while loving you all night.
Psyche...
I know you loved the last part and you asked me to stay, held my hand in the dark.
I'm unequipped for dealing with the weakness of the heart and that smile in your sleep is tearing me apart.
But we both got baggage, so to grab a shopping cart. It's a Mission Impossible so we might as well not even start..

2%

The entire purpose of this is to tell you how I feel, right? We've kept it 98%, so we 2% from real right?
But what's 100 but a number?
What's a Snowball to a Summer?
We hang out and it's no stress but let my phone buzz with a new text.
Here you go huffing and you always got remarks. Then I console you with good sex.
Goodness!
It's no ring involved and I'm not cursing you. So if my Droid flash, it's no need to take it personal.
And it's not always about you, so if you're reading, you're the first of few.
Though I'm sure you'd be honored to get a verse or two.
I like you at your best and I don't want to see the worst of you.
But notice I didn't say 'Love' last sentence. I'm sure you're worth it, boo!
I'm not loving anyone right now, it's a rule of mine.
Get fucked over a couple times, it'll change your view in time.
And I know the past can't run you but I'm resuming mine.
Cardio so I can stay ahead of my past designs.
So you can move out of my thoughts and find cheaper rent.
Or you can keep this 98, and I can keep my 2%.