Weary trust goes beyond the boundary of understanding
Like rubber bands getting ready to pop
STOP!
And think about it
I seen good men get beat by love
Like making it to the airport only to miss your plane departing
Those who destroy that which they love take it the hardest
Burning embers unable to be a flame… die slowly
Blissful burdens no souls need know
Skimming the ocean floor for love below
Prototypes of real thangs
That turned out to be nothing
In the greater schemes of things
Learning the intricacies of a new personality
Hoping that the rubber bands aren’t ready to pop
STOP!
And think about it
I hear the triangles clashing
The bass blasting
The tambourines clashing
With laughter deep enough to liberate a twisted soul
The sounds of love taking hold
By: AJ Unique
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