Sunday, June 21, 2015

It's hard to see you cling to the idea of a man,
A steady dragging of ideals through a comfortable mud, 
Setting no boundaries except for testing your trivial limits;
How pissed off can I get about this unfinished laundry 
though it stems from larger problems? Etc.
I see suppressed passion for a world outside of his.
I see promises floating away from you,
& a warped sky that lets them pass through.
I see how easy it is for you to not see at all.

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