Save the thoughts that slave,Let them escaps your mind,
turn the mean feelings into a nice design-carry you own purpose,
baked in God's time-she seems to be wanting me,
I'd like to take and love her,
but marriage hasn't flown from our dreams yet,
I still bask in the warmth of her body though-just by holding hands,
kill the fires,steal someone's ideas,
make us fakes-am faking having a good time,
my thoughts are killing me-thin like paper-
small like my legs-all the same white as superstars teeth,
they either pull me along or pull me down,
a nice yucky mud covers the land-making it hard to walk and inpossiable just to stand,
I love her-yet sit here wondering if things are good enough to last forever,
I also wonder what people think of me-but who cares most of the world is too blind to see anyway,
they shall hate you for my name sake the Bible says so bold,
am getting sleepy and so torn I could cry,
the only reason to have friends is to ring your self doubt in other company,
and of course so your never lonely,
today maybe the end but forever is just a breath away.
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