hey peeps sorry i've been missing in action for so long been busy and felt like shit i've been trying to get with this girl and while she is probably the most amazing girl i'll ever meet. i don't have a chance apperently i'm third on the list of guys she wants and when i asked my percentages she said 3% and that pretty much means i be fucked yo. and i wrote this about it. after i wrote it i realized it was kindof def poetry jam my ghetto be showin in this a little i hope you dig it if not feel free to blast the fuck out of me. peace bitches
And as I sit here with a broken heart, feeling the music enter my ear down to my chest and stitch with notes what was ripped apart. Sweeping up the pieces of my hope. Seeds of doubt are here no longer, like the bone in my hand when it heals it will only be stronger. This will not be a beginning of a chapter but the end of a volume. The darkest of the saga. Adolescence gives way to maturity. I will make my weaknesses my strengths I will be fueled by my pain, my anger will be the voice I use to speak out against the bullshit and hypocrisy I see, I will use my insecurity as a way of understanding the flaws of others. I turn my honesty as a weapon that I'll cut through the lies that are thrown at me, I will use my love as a shield to protect the ones I care for from the world that has taken so much from me. I have seen dark side of the untrusting, short sighted, cruel filled, greed infested, the place that constantly keeps my spirit suppressed and my soul tested world we live in. I've seen people making there living on the deaths of loved ones. Dollar signs in a body bag. Giving people salvation with a price tag. This will be the words I turn to, like the gospels the drive you. It will be the blueprint for what under construction inside me. After my hope getting beat down, heart getting strung up, loneliness setting in, compassion getting thrown out. It's time for a new stage to begin. this revelation happened while looking over a small town skyline. My head turns to see a beauty too hard to define. While holding her in my arms I wish I could stop time, refine, remind, reiterate, redefine and rewind over and over like a pain you don't want to subside. Cause when it stops reality sets it. Your third place again. 3 percent not enough for anyone to give a shit. You want to be in her life but I'm a piece that won't fit. Not known for the good things you do but the bad things you've done. The reveal of the sun means my time has come. Get up back to my life and give up. That's I'm done another book closed another begun. And the catalyst for this was just a unrequited love.
And as I sit here with a broken heart, feeling the music enter my ear down to my chest and stitch with notes what was ripped apart. Sweeping up the pieces of my hope. Seeds of doubt are here no longer, like the bone in my hand when it heals it will only be stronger. This will not be a beginning of a chapter but the end of a volume. The darkest of the saga. Adolescence gives way to maturity. I will make my weaknesses my strengths I will be fueled by my pain, my anger will be the voice I use to speak out against the bullshit and hypocrisy I see, I will use my insecurity as a way of understanding the flaws of others. I turn my honesty as a weapon that I'll cut through the lies that are thrown at me, I will use my love as a shield to protect the ones I care for from the world that has taken so much from me. I have seen dark side of the untrusting, short sighted, cruel filled, greed infested, the place that constantly keeps my spirit suppressed and my soul tested world we live in. I've seen people making there living on the deaths of loved ones. Dollar signs in a body bag. Giving people salvation with a price tag. This will be the words I turn to, like the gospels the drive you. It will be the blueprint for what under construction inside me. After my hope getting beat down, heart getting strung up, loneliness setting in, compassion getting thrown out. It's time for a new stage to begin. this revelation happened while looking over a small town skyline. My head turns to see a beauty too hard to define. While holding her in my arms I wish I could stop time, refine, remind, reiterate, redefine and rewind over and over like a pain you don't want to subside. Cause when it stops reality sets it. Your third place again. 3 percent not enough for anyone to give a shit. You want to be in her life but I'm a piece that won't fit. Not known for the good things you do but the bad things you've done. The reveal of the sun means my time has come. Get up back to my life and give up. That's I'm done another book closed another begun. And the catalyst for this was just a unrequited love.
im in australia. ha!
fuck some bitch and her 3%, who says shit like that? CUNTS do ( no offence if you are with her now, aaaaawkward