I never know

"Forgive them Father for they know not what they do."
.... but neither do I so forgive me too. k?
running through mistakes like i'm new to this.
I would so much rather... be the one for you
maybe the stars don't align in my favor.
or maybe my favor has yet to be... savored?
no not savored..shit.. maybe i dont know what my favor is.
maybe what I think is meant to be are only dreams for me.
and i would like to spazz the fuck out and rip out my eyeballs...but
realized my vision would be gone.
not long before the bomb sets off and all of you are gone.
but...i'll still be here cause my legs are long.
and i just wanted to rhyme cause it seemed right at the moment.
inspiration jumps in and out as if i were black asphault being smacked
by two beaded ropes.
when we sung songs with no meaning behind them.
the days..i sometimes tend to visit.
never stay for long...my passion has grown.
they wouldn't be able to handle a mind of my caliber.
they can't now.... how would they then?
which is why i have it now instead of way back when.
tummy tummy rumble rumble... fruit snacks won't fulfill.
id like to have a meal ....from Roscoes preferrably.
but i actually feel a little sick.
roscoes just might worsen it.
B has awoken from her slumber
no worries....fears go unacknowledged
and.... i just want to sleep.
i just want to feel you wrapped around me.
i just want to rub your head...
i just want you in my bed.
i just want to hear you breathe.
i just want you next to me.
i just want to let it go.
i just want to erase what i know.
i just want to give you my all.
i jus want to happen to fall.
i just want you to myself.
i just want you for my health.
health? ....yea...health.
mental health.
cause if i write one more entry with words for you.
my mind will explode.
i'm trying to take this picture but you keep running across the foreground.
sometimes in the background if i'm....no... not lucky.
i don't believe in luck.
something's not right.... or maybe it is and i just have yet to accept it.
waiting for it to all fall through so i can stop racking my brain over you.
pass me another if he ain't the one.
cause if love ain't next it's a waste of the gum...
i chew to make sure my breath doesn't taste of weed when we kiss.
i might as well save that piece for the next.
right?
do we hold a limitation of tears?
how about fears?
ya ya....blah blah....
i feel silly.
like no one really gets it.
this oswald cartoon is on again...
and Alexis and Kate are probably watching it.
lol lame-os hehehe.







-SydniMichael