Though it's late
Might take a month, or the other, a year
When I've been doing is preaching it, i should have listened
Only took a moment for another man to come up with a reason
To say 'You've aligned to the thought of justness and righteousness.'
What i did was wrong, I admitted to it
Delegated a short term win to prove my worthiness
Giving a test of loyalty and faithfulness
To the ones whose hearts are lost in faithlessness
With the sole intention to undress, therefore I profess
Within a month, to be honest I was bored
I've noticed you're always there, So i came to play
Truth be told, you're a replay to the year, I've yet to foreplay
I come to confess, you're that easy and all your moves are what I've expected
A project to test my knowledge of finesse, a play turned you to be attached for you to get accepted
For my sense are always onto the right thing
Therefore I went ghost, to continue my good will hunting
To you a year, to be honest my outlook on love is forever changed
During the run of our endless conversations, I was blind with the endless possibilities
An epitome of foolishness, humiliation, betrayal, and happiness was there for me all along
You're true to my portrayal of love song, where i knew it was and will always be wrong
This is the second time my ability to trust someone is shaken, my inner peace is therefore shattered thus perfectly affects my future relationships
'I wear my heart on the sleeve' was true to the core
For the only thing I wanted is to be 'more'
By the time I realized I was there
only for comfort and giving you attention
By no means straight up I went ghost, only to cure my sole reason of not opening up, my depression
I never wanted to be bad, Thus i choose to be good
Truly month, i lied for you to be attached
And you year, i get attached to you cause of your lies
When my heart and mind collided, I dreamt of flying white dove as truly a symbol of pure love
With truly no man by your side, you show another color to me you can longer hide
Right?
YOU ARE READING
To the Hallway,
PoetryHouse of words that is riddled with a hint of color and a smear of conscience, beneath the impeccable canvas of stainless mind.
