Tell me how I find words hard to say
Like rolling rocks inside my brain
Another time I wish I rhymed a different way
But I got courage riding up inside of me
Words that speak
Words that hurt the weak
Words to love and weep
And when my tongue slips up
Fuck the luck of shutting up
Let it ride like free thoughts often do
Let them label you
Cynic idealistic points of view
I’m just calling out my principle truth
Calling colors green as blue
High like hell hopes to climb out of you
Being thankful for a voice
Sensations of lovely lace midnight making noise
My dark pain scarlet secretive walk of choice
And I'll get mad at corners for taking up the space
But I'll let a vulgar tone disgrace
So maybe these walls will have a thing or two to say ;-)
~PsyqSol
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