When there is nothing to colour but the colour itself there is a fistful of fear and a drainage of wealth.
The toil of frustration, the audience of cheer, has an emptiness that deflects all forms of fear.
If a person takes your feelings to bay on a level which has no compromisity, but yet tis only to display the weakness of cries, it sets a fluster for fury at the irrelevant lies.
Facts of infliction and the instigate of ramify, whence ignored for the perspective and a greed of hunger become the pity of plunder.
These are opinions of my encounters and so many will say I am thinking to smart and shove my emotions away.
But I shall be honest when I remember on this and with every day, for the insistence of dominance is what churns anger and spray.
I have been assaulted and bruised,
I have fought against being treated like a tool.
I still have a heart & I know my own love & stride.
I know that I have been lied about for the shame that is refused to be held, for I hold my own mind, and there are some people, you just cannot tell !
Shunned for the boldness of popularity that they have disguised themselves expensively beneath.
The reasons I allowed a closeness of pace was selfishly so yet not as it seems, for the deliberation of meaning was relevant for me to see.
Insubordinence is a benchmark, a hapless affair that mostly stands for the ignorance and disrespect of fatal and levity.
The heart it carries only one song, this is a fact that’s true for everyone.
& the mind that doesn’t follow the rules of earth and heart is always the bitterest from the start.