I was all
I was the new
I was the unknown
I was the high
I was only, not true
I am nothing
I am the used
I am the uncomfortable comfort
I am the weight
I am only, just, real
I was all
I was the new
I was the unknown
I was the high
I was only, not true
I am nothing
I am the used
I am the uncomfortable comfort
I am the weight
I am only, just, real
i once saw a photo, it was just a glimpse, show me the real you. you write with so much passion, often mistaken for anger and pain, but I can see something different. show me a smile, and i’ll buy you a drink named after some guy. we can share the lime. have a great weekend, write at you later.
my words seem to have given me a face, a me. you are right about mistaken intent. thank you so much for your insight.