Truth Be Told

Sitting here thinking,where my mind is exploding into bits and bits of pieces of dust.My mind expands into a flower which i cant just seem to explain with such meaning,behind having my heart racing so speed as if it wants to make it to the finish line with yours maybe like bonnie and clyde?...Most people think happiness is about gaining something,but its not.Its all about getting rid or the darkness you accumulate.They keep saying dont save you.Perhaps your not good enough?See my mind differes from everyone elses.why is it so hard to find such beautiful soul,maybe im just trying to show you what making love to a poet feels like.See my type of art soothes my mind.In the dead of the night,while everyone else has found their homes in the arms of others, im left wandering about the open wounds and empty memories.Truth be told im very dangerous person to fall for.

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