Unique To be unique is to be kind for the world is an ugly place fitting of less than to lick the scum off of the bottom of scums shoes. Harboring such hate in its inner core, the world turns like a tummy full of rotten, repulsive vomit.
To be unique is to be blind to the world of trendy, chic worth so much on the market but so little in weight of character. Respect is poured on the woman in rags while a false velvet drape pulled on the eyes of the ugly one in the diamond studded dress.
To be unique is to be strong, above all. That’s the only thing to be when the whole wide world has lost this tug of war and you seem to be the only one who knows |
Untitled This life is alive In my hands it does thrive But I’m scared so it dies Scarcely heard the small cries.
Now I’m sad, so alone Called dad from the payphone he sounds mad from his tone Catholics are so homegrown.
I’m so fresh and so new and my insides clean too my man seems so blue baby’s dead cuz of you
abortion sucks |
The Gift to See The man that she loved was merely a boy, learning of his newfound powers that he had stolen from her. She had the gift to see beyond the physical.
The soul was bare to the girl that loved the boy and he took it so that the world and everything she knew was a stranger to the girl.
The truth held together the boy and girl until he gained it and she lost it, this sight to see the truth in me:
The silent sideliner also possessing the gift to see the truth that the girl loves the boy and the boy loves only
myself |