All Along
I write like an author till I get arthrithis
Everything I touch turns to shyt, the opposite of Midas
Why do I jump heart first into this pool of love
Only to be burned as the fool of love
Empty bottles of Bud Light to close tears
Roling something sticky, these buds light no beer
Tango-ed into this web of romance, but it's a slow dance
I'm left alone like a wallflower with no chance
of getting close to her heart, her mind and soul
So this L I spark, erases the lines and I just go
To another place, another time in reality
Where I'm shut off from this wicked mentality
Cut off from who I thought seen the best in me
But All Along they only saw a check in me
What happen to the passion, love and trust
Now seeing me and you is no longer a must
You were that FIRE i DESIRED now were ashes and dust
Wondering was it real love or just passionate lust?
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