There's a million way too show love but yet I don't seem too find it. I never shoot too miss each an every time the archer of my bow seems too always fall from the skies suffocates me everytime I can't barely breath ; But the gap shows between my teeth as the breeze swim thru the crease of my speech ...it's mysteries of love as I whisper from my lips;....That Carry's me from the lies of millions of men trembling from their own pitiful trys.. But yet they think I can call them mine.... What's disturbing their eyes as my hand slam down like the Justice system pulling a trail for lies humiliating try's they call love ; ... they sit and act like I'm delirious and like I don't understand their stupidity uncommon rants about hoes and their bros they act like I don't know but their truth and lies have unfold like I never known it's just uknown
