the one that is not like the others.he was always down to ride for his brothers.he always made you smile.and you loved his style.hours you spent lay'n in bed.he was jus weav'n his net with his little thread.want'n to capture you.only him you would ever cling to.you loved the rush.you were fall'n in love with your crush.soon he had his capture. you were in complete perfect rapture.not knowing the poison within.the hatefulness of his thick skin.the person who he had become.you were blind but how come.was it his poison.or daddy he was called by your son.the illusion of a family.only created mental confusion.if you should take the abuse.and forget about the bruise.a time came where all was clear.he was a master puppeteer.that whispered sweet lies in your ear.now that you are your own grand master.you have an entire court coming at you faster.the bruise is still there.you build a wall in despair.sheilding yourself.never realizing.....im hurting myself.should i let go.and allow my heart to once again grow.i believe that with time.i will become sublime.until then i fly on.
Unknown "sexy sydney" Injured - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago