listen.
let me recite some shots. recitals i have never been thru, promises that i spoke never been true, now you got myself glued with. these keys seen dreadful thoughts spilled on white canvas. writing ranting subliminal. i kept it to the minimal. im no animal to love beef. when it comes real i get down to the edits, refining words penetrates heart on one curie. im no fury, relationships i got none serious with. they started calling me a playmaker, i sticked to one right from the start. passion i load with, save for except. compassion for me i confused comprehending when endeavours rejected calls on phone. alas i walk streets alone, i got myself condoned. useless it may, regretful it may. im done over with.
listen.

Peace