Uncensored from mouthpiece, awake at the echo of a voice. I ba | Every Day Poems
Uncensored from mouthpiece, awake at the echo of a voice. I barely hang on this piano of black and white, fighting with the old me who tells me she can feel a horizon in your haze, but it is all rue in disguise. Maybe you sway back and forth maybe you don't but either way lowkey is not for me.
And I am good here in the clouds. I don't ever want my peace to be taken away. I could teach you how to play. I could teach you how to love. But why would I build you into a hu-man when you are a demon at your core? Maybe you're scarred may be you're not but you have no right here with meanymore.
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